Note: I'm not sure when this will update again- for now, this is just something I wanted to experiment with.
"I have to."
"I can't accept that."
"The world isn't going to just accept us. Two thousand years of hatred won't disappear overnight."
"I know that, but…"
"Historia," Eren grips her shoulders and she's instantly overtaken by the intensity in his eyes, "you need to stay here. I won't let them hurt you."
"Eren," she whispers. "They don't deserve to die. Not all of them."
"We don't either."
"I know that. Eren, of course, I know that, but what you're suggesting…"
"That's what they want, Historia. This won't end till every last Eldian is dead or they are."
He tightens his grip, digging his fingers in her flesh.
"You're hurting me…"
He snatches his hands away, like he's been burned.
Some of the intensity fades, exchanged for a look of horror.
"I'm sorry."
"Eren…" She grabs his hand before he can entirely turn away from her. "Please. Think about this."
"I have thought about it. It haunts my every waking moment."
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I hate them.
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I" hate them!
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Destroy them all.
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Destroy them.
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His eyes snap open with a gasp.
That dream…
Eren sits up in bed, pressing a hand to his chest.
His face is wet with tears and in his heart burns a pain that he doesn't understand and can't begin to describe.
What was all that?
"Eren…" Historia rolls over, still sleepy but concerned.
"I can't…" His breath is coming too quickly. He drags his knees to his chest, clutching at his head. "Historia…" His breath hitches on a sob.
"Eren," there's a rustling of sheets as Historia sits upright, but he's already staggering out of bed and to the window.
He thrusts it open, vomiting outside. The taste of bile burns on his tongue. A cold sweat covers his body and he can't stop trembling.
Still clutching at the window sill, he sinks to his knees.
"Eren…!" Historia is immediately at his side. She takes one of his hands in both of hers, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. "Eren, what's going on?"
"Did it happen?" he chokes out.
"What?" She pauses in her ministrations, though he desperately wishes for her to continue. "Did what happen?"
"The Rumbling…" He tears his hand from her grasp and stands shakily in order to look out the window once more.
The night is peaceful.
A million stars shine down upon them from their celestial cradle.
More importantly though… the walls in the distance. They're still standing.
Eren gasps with relief, sinking to his haunches.
It hasn't happened.
Not yet.
There's still time.
"This isn't like you." Historia is at his side once more, slipping her arm through his. "Eren, what's wrong?"
"It's…" He and Historia made a pact to be honest with each other, but how is he supposed to tell her this? "It's nothing," he lies. "Just a bad dream."
It's not entirely a lie, he justifies. It really had been a dream, but that's not the only thing it had been.
"That's not true," Historia says, gently, "tell me what you saw."
"I think…" His mouth feels dry. He swallows. "I think I saw more of the future."
Is that really what it was?
Or was that a memory?
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What the hell did I do?