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[ eren starts off, slinking his arm around elliot’s shoulder as he hunches over. the spring chills are perfect for outdoor cuddles. and a free hand attack a little garlic knot. ]

The first memory I had of him was beating the shit out of me. [ ah– ] Junior. [ almost forgot the disassociation! but he’s on it like hot potatoes. ] Chained to a post.

[ Well that's quite a way to start off. His eyes widen as he looks up at him ]

What?? Why??!

[ HE WARNED YOU ABOUT THESE MEMORIES BABE. but, bare with him! eren plays pacifist— and hopefully elliot would feel it. there’s no ill will towards it, else eren probably wouldn’t have followed levi several blocks in the first place. he grips the other’s shoulder and raises his own to continue. ]

He had to. Junior was on trial for the titan powers. [ he shifts a little, tilting his head up. ] And he spoke out of line enough for the MP to point a rifle at him.

Guess you could call it a show—? Just so the judge could give him to the Survey Corps.

[ He never said he wouldn't react to them!!! But he'll listen, his hand going to his chest as he gives a concerned look. ]

On trial for his titan powers....? [That sounds terrifying] Were they scared of them?

If I was scared of myself here . . . [ he rolls his shoulders, and gives a sigh that silently says something along the lines of “it can’t be helped” all on its own ] Imagine the rest of them there.

Junior was lucky enough to have people think like he did. To use it in their favor. They just needed to show which side could handle him better. [ and, considering getting the shit beaten out of him without being able to do a thing in return, well. it was easy. eren holds up the paper basket of knots to elliot. ] Levi won the Survey Corps’ right of custody. Everyone else was too afraid to get near him.

Like he’d turn into a titan and eat them or— [ . . . okay, abrupt pause. ] something. Out of nowhere.

[ out of nowhere is the key here, see, because he still doesn’t know why he ate that chris hemsworth carbon copy ]

[ Maybe he was hoping he'd inherit the hemsworth good looks like you do titan powers. ]

I see...I-I guess kicking the crap out of someone is a way prove your point in that situation.

What would've happened if the other groups won custody?

[ he could finally have the beard he always wanted. eren wants to take one last slice of meat bomb pizza on his side over here— how many pieces did he eat until now, well, a lot. ]

“Dissection and disposal” was the official proposal, but . . . [ he makes a small sound, his tongue clicking. ] It was probably worse than that.

Junior preferred the beating.

[ Elliot meanwhile is still on his second slice of his half. Small eater this one. ]

Not sure how it could get worse than that... [he makes a face. Being disposed and dissected sounds like a terrible thing] I could see why he'd prefer the beating.

There’re a lot of things . . . They didn’t tell people back then.

[ he says it with an air of suspicion. disposed of and dissected, really? that’s all? on the surface, it looks simple and satisfying for the public in fear, but . . . he knows enough to realize that that probably wasn’t the plan. ]

People wouldn’t want to kidnap someone constantly just to throw them away. Junior had something. [ he shrugs, though, going for his bottled soda. ] I just can’t say what, yet.

[ that sounds....really ominous. And worrying. He wondered if it had to do with the multiple set of memories he got? But then what would that have anything to do with it. Either way, it sounded bad. ]

...I-I'm glad Levi beat the crap out of him, then. [Which sounds horrible out of context, but still!!!]

[ — okay. at least that gets eren to chuckle a little after a pause. ]

All in favor. [ but speaking of that, reminded of elliot’s own baddassery . . . ] Did Elton kick any ass like you did?

[ YOU KNOW WHAT HE’S TALKING ABOUT. THE THING THAT GETS HIM ALL HOT AND BOTHERED. ]

[oh my god Eren. He blushes at that]

You're reaaaaally overestimating how much I kicked there. [All he did was a sleep spell!! Gosh

But he'll think. What hasn't he told Eren yet...]

Anyway, maybe? I remembered more stuff about the civil war. Apparently it was the Nobility versus the Reformists...which I imagine are commoners?

I'm pretty sure Elton was sympathetic towards the Reformists, but him and the others in Class VII decided it'd be better to make a third faction. Apparently they got their hands on a "Divine Knight" that they thought could make a real impact in the war. Though...they weren't sure what impact to make with it yet from what I remember. They were trying to decide that.

[ no i’m not he mutters into the side of elliot’s neck with a smile, adoring his blush, only pulling back to fill his mouth and listen.

a civil war . . . and the smarts to not take an actual side. that was impressive and practical from a diplomatic standpoint. something eren probably sucked at. “divine knight”, though . . . his transformers 4 sense are tingling. ]

Is that the mecha?

[ did you think

he wouldn’t ask ]

[Of course he'd ask. Elliot isn't even surprised. He shrugs]

It might be? I know the Divine Knight's name is Valimar, and it sounds like a legendary weapon of some kind. But I don't know for sure if it's the same mecha I saw before.

[ augh gosh that’s so cool. the pilot needs to be here, so he could completely gush over it. imagine a real life mecha— that he could see at the same height oh my god. eren’s just. day dreaming about super cool mechas while he tries to pull off stringy mozzarella. he wonders how the cockpit looks like, and the gears . . . . ]

They handled the Civil War really well. Not choosing sides. [ again, it was something he wasn’t sure he could accomplish. maybe through some more necessary war fighting, but . . . ] That’s one of the hardest things to do when people separate. Not everyone outside is in favor.

[What a nerd.]

Yeah. Their class had students from really different backgrounds, so I don't think either side had an ideology that all of them could agree to. [Even if from what Elliot could remember, the Noble Alliance were...douchebags...]

But even so, they still wanted to do something. There were too many people getting caught up in the crossfire. [At least three towns attacked, families displaced and separated...they couldn't look the other way. Especially when...] And...I think they felt some responsibility towards what was happening. Because...

[he sighs]

It was someone from Class VII who started the war.

[ now it’s time for eren to react. he finishes half of the slice before setting it down, wiping his mouth with a troubled look. ]

You don’t mean on purpose.

[ something is telling him yes that’s what he means, and it nearly makes his chest chill. ]

I-I'm afraid so.

[he looks down, his hand on his chest]

I don't know how, or why, or even who it was. I just know that it was someone from the class, and that they were deceiving us- them all along.

But what was the point of starting a war between your own people?

[ eren might know the answer to this one— but sometimes? he wants to believe not all of worlds or humanity are like that. ]

I don't know....

It seems like situation has been rocky in Erebonia for awhile, but to make it worse enough to become a war.... [he shakes his head] I don't know why anyone would do that. I can't understand it at all.

[ that’s exactly how he thought. so much that he swore to kill the two traitors he knew countless times. when he shifted out of reiner’s grasp, when he fought with him on a branch, both arms gone, when he spoke to the girl—

and when he ripped bertolt out of that titan’s neck in blind fury.

he also remembers what he did. inside, he knows the answer when he doesn’t truly want to admit to knowing it. eren would condemn that guy here too, but. he’s not sure to which extent. ]

Maybe it was a lunatic. [ he shrugs his shoulders. ] Or maybe they had to.

Maybe... [He has trouble seeing a lunatic being able to trick them that long though] I won't know until I remember more.

[better to leave it at that, then jump to conclusions. He'll go for another bite of pizza]

Your turn.

[ the lunatics are the masterminds sometimes, elliot. the lunatics could always be white wolves among sheep. until they bite someone’s jugular.

his turn, so— while they’re on that topic: ]

We had something like that happen, too. [ he forgets the dissociation this time, realizes during the pause for more soda, before correcting himself through his next set of story telling. ] The walls Junior’s city lived behind was kicked down, once. Twice. By titans.

They only found out after that those titans were shifters. From beyond the walls. Everything I knew just got flipped upside down, after that.

[his eyes widen]

They kicked down the walls? [Crap] W-Wait, that wasn't a wall to protect against titans, was it...?

[WHO WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT??]

It was. Fifty meters high. The Colossal Titan was sixty. And the Armored Titan was bulky enough to tackle through the district’s safety wall.

[ that was probably . . . the tragedy of tragedies to tell, but here we go. ]

They let all the titans in.

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