[ eren does some equal snooping around once he’s actually free to do so. many of the people are exploring the corners and fillings of rainbowland, but there’s something . . . off about how it’s being done. people are playing with the stall games, earning prizes to pass the time, entertaining themselves on rides— while retrospec “welcomes” them.
eren’s always trusted his gust. almost all the time, he’s been right about what he feels, overly cautious or not. why were these rooms here? why were people in glass cases, like test tubes? what the hell were their lives and how much of it was real?
he ponders the questions people don’t usually dare to, wasting to much time and energy on questions, wuestions, and more questions and would rather pretend they didn’t exist. eren was a mind with inquiries, though. he did not settle for possibilities, or ignoring facts, he sought out answers. as much as retrospec hides what it does sometimes to preserve their public, this, after everything that happened . . . was over the top. they had no communication with the employers, and now they’re here? welcoming everyone? that symbol looked off—
eren is by himself as his mind and thoughts go haywire until he nearly passes an intersection and doubletakes at the blur in front of a door that reads memory restoration. she’s blond. she has a purse, with the light green oxygen tubes slipping out of it to feed her lungs.
eren’s heart skips a beat, and he quickens his steps. ]
Ione— [ he makes sure to call her so that she isn’t startled by him, but boy— does he look startled. just days ago he only say her as a horrid 3d rendered bunch of blocks and cruddy sibling cutscenes. ]
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eren’s always trusted his gust. almost all the time, he’s been right about what he feels, overly cautious or not. why were these rooms here? why were people in glass cases, like test tubes? what the hell were their lives and how much of it was real?
he ponders the questions people don’t usually dare to, wasting to much time and energy on questions, wuestions, and more questions and would rather pretend they didn’t exist. eren was a mind with inquiries, though. he did not settle for possibilities, or ignoring facts, he sought out answers. as much as retrospec hides what it does sometimes to preserve their public, this, after everything that happened . . . was over the top. they had no communication with the employers, and now they’re here? welcoming everyone? that symbol looked off—
eren is by himself as his mind and thoughts go haywire until he nearly passes an intersection and doubletakes at the blur in front of a door that reads memory restoration. she’s blond. she has a purse, with the light green oxygen tubes slipping out of it to feed her lungs.
eren’s heart skips a beat, and he quickens his steps. ]
Ione— [ he makes sure to call her so that she isn’t startled by him, but boy— does he look startled. just days ago he only say her as a horrid 3d rendered bunch of blocks and cruddy sibling cutscenes. ]