[ eren needs to step out of the way when he sees an all too familiar reflex, still holding zack back and attempting to shift him into a better position to throw up without having to dodge his own lap. first aid is something he’ll alway remember, pulling zack’s hair back to get it out of the way and still using his arm as a crutch for him to lean on or use in whatever way he needed. he crouches down by him for this, and inhales to stay calm. alright, stay calm— ]
Breathe, you’re gonna be fine— Keep your head up. [ eren guides him through it, carefully lifting his head up to get fresh air. eren couldn’t do a thing about the markings slithering up his neck like a plague. it didn’t work at all, and whatever was there before to try and stop it gets pulled off by eren. he just needs to keep talking. ] That’s a memory from here–?
[ he started thinking retrospec memories, but it wasn’t it. zack did those things in this life, not the last. ]
[He's confused, suddenly lost in a swirl of voices and memories that he can't tell apart from each other. Memories of a year ago in the military, staring down the barrel of a gun. Fighting with the need to do but not having the capacity to do so. Is it a memory from here? Or is it his past life?
What are your dreams, Zack?
To become a hero.]
I could save them all, I didn't have the strength to do it. It's my fault.
[Nausea swirls up and he dry heaves again. Then another gag and Zack does lean over and throws up painfully.]
[ at least eren was expecting vomits after the first gag, giving him room and space to put it all out and keeping them both clean at the same time. eren helps keep zack away from his own mess and allowing him to lean forward if anything; he was there to hold him up.
this felt like a guilt plague. ]
We can’t save everyone. Even if you make the right call. [ the right call, at times, will be wrong. and wrong will be right. ] —Don’t give into that.
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[ eren needs to step out of the way when he sees an all too familiar reflex, still holding zack back and attempting to shift him into a better position to throw up without having to dodge his own lap. first aid is something he’ll alway remember, pulling zack’s hair back to get it out of the way and still using his arm as a crutch for him to lean on or use in whatever way he needed. he crouches down by him for this, and inhales to stay calm. alright, stay calm— ]
Breathe, you’re gonna be fine— Keep your head up. [ eren guides him through it, carefully lifting his head up to get fresh air. eren couldn’t do a thing about the markings slithering up his neck like a plague. it didn’t work at all, and whatever was there before to try and stop it gets pulled off by eren. he just needs to keep talking. ] That’s a memory from here–?
[ he started thinking retrospec memories, but it wasn’t it. zack did those things in this life, not the last. ]
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What are your dreams, Zack?
To become a hero.]
I could save them all, I didn't have the strength to do it. It's my fault.
[Nausea swirls up and he dry heaves again. Then another gag and Zack does lean over and throws up painfully.]
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this felt like a guilt plague. ]
We can’t save everyone. Even if you make the right call. [ the right call, at times, will be wrong. and wrong will be right. ] —Don’t give into that.