[First, he went to the place he lived. Someone was missing. Once Eren realized he wasn't there, an itch began, deep under the skin.
[A promise was made. That promise has not been broken. Curse the fact that cell phones are the last thing on Eren's mind right now. He doesn't even think about it; just leaves the farm and starts walking. He knows where to go.
[A place that isn't there anymore. Horizons was destroyed, but Eren found it restored; not so with Eyn Sof. He passes over what used to be the threshold. The building is still half-standing, the remnants of a roof clinging to two stubborn walls. There is some grief to this, though it battles with satisfaction, vindication. Eren steps over cracked glass and splintered wood.
[Two men. Two gods. There are so many memories of Maruki - not just here, but in an office in Liberio, in The Paths. Eren recalls being told that he was one of Maruki's students, or that they'd met in some other city, in some other place, entirely separate from Visium, from Marley, from Tokyo, or anywhere else.
[Eren has no reason to believe that any of it is fiction. Maruki and he were destined to meet - again and again and again and again.
[And if they were going to meet anywhere, surely, it would be here.
[He's not sure how much time passes. Dull eyes scan over splintered wood, the remnants of old furniture, carpet. It still smells the same, somehow. He recalls shared lunches and ruffled hair; shared truths and retching sobs.
[Some impulse makes Eren turn, half shadowed in what remains of their sanctuary.
[And there he is. The sun is high. He's right on schedule.]
maruki
[A promise was made. That promise has not been broken. Curse the fact that cell phones are the last thing on Eren's mind right now. He doesn't even think about it; just leaves the farm and starts walking. He knows where to go.
[A place that isn't there anymore. Horizons was destroyed, but Eren found it restored; not so with Eyn Sof. He passes over what used to be the threshold. The building is still half-standing, the remnants of a roof clinging to two stubborn walls. There is some grief to this, though it battles with satisfaction, vindication. Eren steps over cracked glass and splintered wood.
[Two men. Two gods. There are so many memories of Maruki - not just here, but in an office in Liberio, in The Paths. Eren recalls being told that he was one of Maruki's students, or that they'd met in some other city, in some other place, entirely separate from Visium, from Marley, from Tokyo, or anywhere else.
[Eren has no reason to believe that any of it is fiction. Maruki and he were destined to meet - again and again and again and again.
[And if they were going to meet anywhere, surely, it would be here.
[He's not sure how much time passes. Dull eyes scan over splintered wood, the remnants of old furniture, carpet. It still smells the same, somehow. He recalls shared lunches and ruffled hair; shared truths and retching sobs.
[Some impulse makes Eren turn, half shadowed in what remains of their sanctuary.
[And there he is. The sun is high. He's right on schedule.]
How long has it been this time?