[Now that they're closer, Mikleo can see how their limbs are twisted and broken, causing the pain that gives them that unearthly wailing. They're suffering but in a strange dreamlike way, neither dead nor alive, or at least near enough to death to not matter. Mikleo has seen suffering before. He's seen people die in front of him from all sorts of gruesome wounds, but misery on this scale is something he's only witnessed a few times, and never quite like this. A plague is different from this waking nightmare of torn limbs and bent bones.
It's so terrible. It's terrible, and the corruption is so deep here that he can barely breathe. He buries his face into Eren's neck and tries not to scream. He can feel their pain, too, with the heavy burning of the Cwyld. He's safe as long as he's with Eren, but it still... hurts.
The anguished moans from around them seem to echo this. It hurts so much.]
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It's so terrible. It's terrible, and the corruption is so deep here that he can barely breathe. He buries his face into Eren's neck and tries not to scream. He can feel their pain, too, with the heavy burning of the Cwyld. He's safe as long as he's with Eren, but it still... hurts.
The anguished moans from around them seem to echo this. It hurts so much.]
... We're too late.