❝ bloody — but unbowed...

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「 PRAESIDI 」 Etymology // from praeses (“guardian, defender”) +-ium or praesideō (“to guard, defend”) +-ium

❝To know a thing well, know its limits. Only when pushed beyond its tolerances will true nature be seen.❞

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|| Calluses.

You have always known work. You have always known labour and the kind of love that is blisters splitting open, is people bandaging your hands after a long day. You are burned by the sun, whether it be your skin or your soul that is singed. There is not a part of you that isn’t scorched, turned tired and overused, as brittle as a piece of glass reflecting the dawn. You are strong, yes, but only physically. Is it worth it, this ache in your bones? Is it worth it each morning, to only ever give and work and never be offered a semblance of what you deserve?

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I will make jokes quite often about Eren's ravenous appetites, his bottomless pit stomach, ordering double servings and finishing off half of it before someone else has really made a dent in their one.

But isn't there something to say about a character that is always hungry? Maybe it isn't so literal all the time. How do you fill up the yawning void inside you? The one that has been there since the day you were born. Always in need of more, something more. An endless hunt to be satisfied. Nothing ever satisfies...

And I wake every night Crying, "Set me free"

Yes.

Eren sits, hands clasped between the spread of his legs hung precariously over the edge of one of Paradis’ great, encircling walls. Wall Maria, so named for one of the Founder Ymir’s three daughters. Below, the corralled township of Shiganshina lies untouched the way it was nine years ago.

Why did he choose here of all places to talk?

He squints against the setting sun, its last brilliant golden fingers of light brushing over the distant arching wall of the bastion. This day, now a fixed point in the flow of time, could be marked as when it all began. The catalyst for everything that followed. Eren knows better. He has seen each event that herded them towards the end, every beat of a bird's wings, every drop of spilt blood. But the people would talk of this day as the one that damned them. His name intrinsically linked with the beginning of the end.

Maybe they are right. Maybe nothing was truly set in stone until his player's piece was thrown into the gambit. How many times has he questioned this? Wondered how much, if anything, could be changed? 

@naitfall says: ❝ You can’t change the past . ❞

Had he spoken his thoughts aloud? Or had the nature of this place imparted his thoughts to Levi on it's own? The desire so strong it could be felt, heard without words. His next breath shudders, doesn’t quite satisfy the fill of his lungs, and he licks at his lip, drags another down to fight back the angry tears.

“But I tried. When I learned what I could do— What the titan’s power could do, I searched for a point to set it all right. The day Wall Maria came down. That day in the forest…” Eren squeezes his hands together until it aches. “I saw all the different ways it could have happened.”