Erenkuron66
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Eren was restrained to the infirmary bed. Not that they thought it would hold him, but to give them a false sense of safety if nothing else. People mostly left him alone for the most part, nurses only going to give him food and such when they absolutely had to. Eren only sat, different memories running through his mind. Sanctuary, suffering, caring and killing, hugs... and hell. It was more the latter for him, however. Between the visions and flashbacks he suffered from, and the constant pain in his neck, he could barely function. He wondered what was going to happen... would he be given back to the confederacy? He had heard of prisoner exchanges between the old USSR and North America, but did that really happen today, he wondered? He shook his head. If he went back, he knew they would kill him. But he would take as many of them down with him as he could... but for now, there was nothing he could do. He only waited, hoping that the decision of whoever saw over him was careful. He didn't want anything to do with the confederacy... but he didn't want to hurt anyone in the academy. He almost did. If he wouldn't have aimed that shot at himself, what would have happened to that girl? that doctor, the one that examined his physical wound, he said that even with a defensive magic, it would have caused serious injury... but how serious? He shook his head at the thought. It was strange... all these thoughts, but he didn't feel them. He thought about the girl, but felt no remorse for what happened. He thought about the confederacy, but no fear or anger... only what he knew. And that was how to live and how to kill. But he could be so much more than that if he could try... and he wanted to try. That's the whole reason he came to the academy, he thought... to escape the evil and show that man that he was no weapon. He was human... no matter what kind of weapons he could use.