Eren simply laid there, staring into the darkness around him. The coffin he was forced in was surprisingly comfortable, the soft rocking of the horse drawn carriage made him strangely sleepy, to which he kept telling himself it was the lack of air.
The motion set off another thing, a memory.
Eren found himself looking up at a fine plastered ceiling, around him were whites and pinks bows. Someone was singing gently to him.
'This memory is not mind...' Eren thinks, trying to suck in some of his spit that drooled down his cheeks and into his ears, the gag was becoming more and more of a pain as time went on.
Through the other's eyes he watches as a long haired figure came into view, surrounded by shadows. The woman was the one singing, he could see she was carrying another child in her arms.
'Another child? I'm a child?' Eren thought, tiny hands came into his vision, those were his own little hands. They seemed to be reaching for the woman, 'My mother?'
Eren glared in the pitch black, eyes becoming slits.
'No. I only have one mother!' Eren thought to himself firmly, just when another image came to mind; this time he was in a large basket, the ceiling above was wooden. A humming was heard and his memory self blinks and giggles towards a woman.
'Why do I keep seeing these things?' Eren asks himself, knowing again this was not his mother. They felt like memories, just not his own.
Suddenly he was staring down at himself, his nine or ten year old self. Green eyes were filled with tears and they poured down his face, dripping off the end of his chin and some going down his neck and mouth, snort also was coming out, he kept sniffing deeply. His child self seemed to be having trouble breathing while he cried, holding tightly to his chest as if in pain.
"Father!" He watches himself scream, he smaller self backing away from him suddenly.
Eren blinks back tears from within the coffin, not understanding the things he had seen. The rocking came to a stop and he realized he was being moved. He had no time to wonder what this was, the only thing he had to thing about to getting himself and Historia out alive.
