[Something about her compliance seems to sate the beast. Eren has become egotistical, maybe. He doesn't look away yet, though; his voice comes out dumb, condescending.]
And rob the people they hurt?
[But he isn't mocking her, no. At last, a mercy, he rolls his eyes off to the side and rolls his hand on his wrist.]
Some people should die. It's like I said - if someone were about to kill ten thousand people, killing themself first would be the better thing to do. But...
[His eyes shift back to her; its almost as she said:]
If it's someone I'd really like to kill myself, then it doesn't matter to me how many people die in the meantime.
[No offense taken, mockery or otherwise. It’s not his fault they’re being subjected to this ridiculous exercise.
[It is his decision to not-quite-echo the rest of his answer. Her eyes don’t leave him, regarding his words in silence for a time. Weighted, yes, acknowledging. Suspect.
[Monstrous. Maybe.]
Should all people be treated as equal, [abrupt,] and have the same rights? [What a joke.]
[The silence that passes is two seconds too long, like it's owed to some delay instead of simply giving the question the consideration it deserves. Eren doesn't answer right.]
no subject
[She did, she thinks; they both did. And yet, no additional question magically spawns from the ether, so obviously this was the wrong approach.
[Fine. A mental rewind, shaking her head, and then she looks him in the eye again.]
I don’t believe suicide is the right choice. But in certain circumstances, yes. It’s better. Kill one to save the thousands.
[Yet she must love Hell.]
And your answer? [He said nothing of what’s “right.”]
no subject
And rob the people they hurt?
[But he isn't mocking her, no. At last, a mercy, he rolls his eyes off to the side and rolls his hand on his wrist.]
Some people should die. It's like I said - if someone were about to kill ten thousand people, killing themself first would be the better thing to do. But...
[His eyes shift back to her; its almost as she said:]
If it's someone I'd really like to kill myself, then it doesn't matter to me how many people die in the meantime.
[Something he's trying to come to terms with.]
no subject
[No offense taken, mockery or otherwise. It’s not his fault they’re being subjected to this ridiculous exercise.
[It is his decision to not-quite-echo the rest of his answer. Her eyes don’t leave him, regarding his words in silence for a time. Weighted, yes, acknowledging. Suspect.
[Monstrous. Maybe.]
Should all people be treated as equal, [abrupt,] and have the same rights? [What a joke.]
no subject
They aren't.
They don't.
[I don't waste my time on useless hypotheticals.]
no subject
[Just a half-blink, from Caitlyn. Surprised, but—eyes not shut.
[Animals. Monsters.
[His answer. It’s the same....
[An idea forms, about the nature of this game they’re trapped in. She doesn’t voice it. Truth seems the only way through, so:]
Equality isn’t inherent. It’s a right.
Easy to forfeit. That’s on everyone.
[They’re not good people. What does he think he is?]
cw: dehumanizing language, very wretched disgusting takes on inequality
You're right.
Anyone who allows themself to continue living under someone's thumb...
They're no better than cattle. Slaves.
no subject
[So they’ve both answered.]
Then we’d best find that someone.
[Are they free?]
Before the slaughter.
we can probably move toward a wrap here soon hehe
[She has someone specific in mind. He's known that for a while now.]
You think we'll find them here?
o7
And neglect to search?
[However this nebulous space works. The charade is over.
[They’ll keep moving.]
hehe WRAPPED
Alright. Let's go.