Yeah, memories. From a real life we had - got that confirmed last month. I...have a lot of memories, can confirm they are a thing that happens, can confirm you get other shit. Physical changes, powers, items... [ he taps his shades. ]
Also, not totally sure what went on in the city in August - I was in the portion of the population that disappeared. [ probably eren remembers forgetting about dave for most of august, and dave just...mysteriously not showing up to meetings but who cared since he Didn't Exist to NPCs? ]
[ Come to think about it, there was a blank of sorts in August, a blip of memory that was just. Blank. No horses, no Dave, no other people he knew that disappeared– Eren rubs his mouth, quiet and troubled with the sensation that he was somehow tampered with to not notice. It bugs him like a wolf finally figuring out it's been in a massive cage this whole time. ]
Glad you're okay. [ Eren raises from his half slump to lean forward, elbows against the table. ] They're like— past lives? Like reincarnation?
[ He's only ever joked about it— so-and/so is totally rocky reincarnated. Never really imagined it as an actual possibility, Eren always ran on the yolo button. ]
Uh...kinda. [ dave makes a so-so gesture with his hand. ] Last month the people I was with were up in space, right? We learned it's more like..."reconstruction". This shit was always ours, and it's just information that's being brought forth, or something? Is how it was put.
[ so it's kind of reincarnation and kind of not? his feelings on this change like daily. ]
[ Eren looks more than flabbergasted, but he's trying to understand, truly. Or make sense of it in his own way somehow. If they're memories that have always been there's . . . Wouldn't that mean that they aren't who they think they are? But they have lives, they were real. ]
So they've always been ours and we're getting it back. [ Eren doesn't like to make things more difficult— a lot of things don't make sense, but it's not like he's going to search for the most fluid, perfect answer to every question either. Something had to make sense for him now, else he'd probably blow his top again. For now, he sticks with the first thing: ] We have alternate lives in alternate places, and they want us to remember.
[ But then comes the parts that grinds on him more than the regain aspect. ]
Just so Retrospec can have us to clean up their garbage?
I'm not sure if that's their goal...or if they have one. From what I've been able to piece together from everyone else's bullshit last month, it sounds like the only goal we can confirm is...rebuilding worlds that were dyin', or died, or something? They'd never asked us for help of any sort before the monsters last month, which I was surprised they even bothered to do when I got back.
[ dave frowns, uncertain. he prefers to have some kind of idea as to what's going on, but... ]
...Honestly, I have to wonder what the end goal is here. It has to be somethin' other than trolling us, though.
Rebuilding dying worlds . . . Our— alternate worlds? [ Rubbing his face anxiously, he runs his palm across his buzzcut and to his neck again, leg bouncing while he tries to assimilate in a way he could understand. This sounds like something from Star Journey, he mutters. So somewhere far away, in a world he's somehow connected to, it's . . . Dying, or already dead. Him and all the people he can imagine on it.
It suddenly makes his stomach flip with discomfort. ]
Maybe the help wasn't needed until it got out of hand. [ But he's still rather miffed with the idea of being used as a pawn, or something. Played with, even more so. Sometimes it felt like it, and shit . . . Sometimes it didn't. ] What do you know about your memories?
Uh...a lot, actually? I figure I'm still the person who remembers the most overall, unless someone else beat me and just doesn't talk about it, which is always possible.
[ a shrug, casual, like it isn't a thing that's fucked him up. ]
I'm well over a hundred memories or somethin'. I know the shape of my life and lots of little pieces. But I'm still gettin' shit back and filling in the blanks. I...know enough to recognize some people from the same "world" as me, even.
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Also, not totally sure what went on in the city in August - I was in the portion of the population that disappeared. [ probably eren remembers forgetting about dave for most of august, and dave just...mysteriously not showing up to meetings but who cared since he Didn't Exist to NPCs? ]
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Glad you're okay. [ Eren raises from his half slump to lean forward, elbows against the table. ] They're like— past lives? Like reincarnation?
[ He's only ever joked about it— so-and/so is totally rocky reincarnated. Never really imagined it as an actual possibility, Eren always ran on the yolo button. ]
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[ so it's kind of reincarnation and kind of not? his feelings on this change like daily. ]
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So they've always been ours and we're getting it back. [ Eren doesn't like to make things more difficult— a lot of things don't make sense, but it's not like he's going to search for the most fluid, perfect answer to every question either. Something had to make sense for him now, else he'd probably blow his top again. For now, he sticks with the first thing: ] We have alternate lives in alternate places, and they want us to remember.
[ But then comes the parts that grinds on him more than the regain aspect. ]
Just so Retrospec can have us to clean up their garbage?
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[ dave frowns, uncertain. he prefers to have some kind of idea as to what's going on, but... ]
...Honestly, I have to wonder what the end goal is here. It has to be somethin' other than trolling us, though.
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It suddenly makes his stomach flip with discomfort. ]
Maybe the help wasn't needed until it got out of hand. [ But he's still rather miffed with the idea of being used as a pawn, or something. Played with, even more so. Sometimes it felt like it, and shit . . . Sometimes it didn't. ] What do you know about your memories?
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[ a shrug, casual, like it isn't a thing that's fucked him up. ]
I'm well over a hundred memories or somethin'. I know the shape of my life and lots of little pieces. But I'm still gettin' shit back and filling in the blanks. I...know enough to recognize some people from the same "world" as me, even.
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Sounds . . . Crazy. [ But he's not saying he doesn't believe it! ] Don't tell me you have abilities, too.
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[ ... ]
I have super speed?
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[ dave. arms against the table. ]
You can't expect me to just leave it at 'cool', right? Show me.
[ It's not that he doesn't believe it! But, come on, who doesn't want to see a real super power, from your friend no less! ]
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. . . Is everyone's other self super powered?
[ That's so fucking sick wtf ]
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[ ...
SO THERE'S THAT ]