[It's been over 4 centuries since he first arrived in Somnius- and the memories had faded like a dream, and now he was returned. He was not aware of it, however, his final fight in Teyvat- no- his final efforts to attain his precious heart was what wrenched him from his stronger shell, the act that caused his fall. He was damaged, hemorrhaging power, and lost in a slumber from his own malfunction.
Even when and old friend had finally found him and taken him home, he did not wake. He would require extensive repairs- but he was fortunate Eren had done so once before. Though he was different now. Any outward sign of his nature as a puppet had vanished, not a single crafted joint to be found. And it would stay that way until his chassis was opened, and the illusion of flesh was dispelled.
Eren would see what a true sorry state he was in, several long cables screwed tightly into his back, and the once pristine pale wood of the great Thunder Sakura had become riddled with marks- mementos from his many battles both ancient and new. Even some smaller segments replaced with cold metal. Not everything was a mark from battle though, several parts, including his chest, looked as though they had been clearly cut through- but those sections had long been put back together, and for the time being there didn't seem to be any worry of them opening. His interior was in a similar state, Eren would find everything had been rearranged- his power source had been changed from his fragment of divinity to the large cables on his back- and likewise most of his personal power was also sent to the torn cables.
It would be much trial and error, his working were no longer the clean work of master left by his mother, but it could be done, and Eren would no doubt keep trying until the puppet returned to him.
Kanoa, as he was once known, remained oblivious of his own repairs for some time, but slowly vague awareness of sensation in his limbs returned to him. Still, Eren righting his warped innards was only a small piece of what it would take to rouse him. The fragment of divinity that was once a blinding radiant light in his chassis, now flickered like a starving flame.
No, there would be no movement from the puppet until his "heart" was once more placed in his chest. Once more the power flowed through him in a rhythmic cadence, and his inner workings fell back into their routine motions.
Then finally, there were signs of his rousing. A twitch of his fingers, a furrow of his brow, damaged though he was-he'd wake properly in but a few moments.]
Post Canon Update!
Even when and old friend had finally found him and taken him home, he did not wake. He would require extensive repairs- but he was fortunate Eren had done so once before. Though he was different now. Any outward sign of his nature as a puppet had vanished, not a single crafted joint to be found. And it would stay that way until his chassis was opened, and the illusion of flesh was dispelled.
Eren would see what a true sorry state he was in, several long cables screwed tightly into his back, and the once pristine pale wood of the great Thunder Sakura had become riddled with marks- mementos from his many battles both ancient and new. Even some smaller segments replaced with cold metal. Not everything was a mark from battle though, several parts, including his chest, looked as though they had been clearly cut through- but those sections had long been put back together, and for the time being there didn't seem to be any worry of them opening. His interior was in a similar state, Eren would find everything had been rearranged- his power source had been changed from his fragment of divinity to the large cables on his back- and likewise most of his personal power was also sent to the torn cables.
It would be much trial and error, his working were no longer the clean work of master left by his mother, but it could be done, and Eren would no doubt keep trying until the puppet returned to him.
Kanoa, as he was once known, remained oblivious of his own repairs for some time, but slowly vague awareness of sensation in his limbs returned to him. Still, Eren righting his warped innards was only a small piece of what it would take to rouse him. The fragment of divinity that was once a blinding radiant light in his chassis, now flickered like a starving flame.
No, there would be no movement from the puppet until his "heart" was once more placed in his chest. Once more the power flowed through him in a rhythmic cadence, and his inner workings fell back into their routine motions.
Then finally, there were signs of his rousing. A twitch of his fingers, a furrow of his brow, damaged though he was-he'd wake properly in but a few moments.]