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[schild]

So it's looking like more and more of us remember stuff like giants and titans and the 3DMGs and the Survey Corps... I was thinking maybe we should all get together and share what we know with each other? Maybe we can have a better idea of what this "world" was and why all our past lives had that in common. Who knows, we might learn something that can help us out now.

Obviously, we're all in a bit of a bind with how tough things are, but since Bertl and I can't really go outside... maybe you guys could come here? You guys can bring some snacks and stuff and we'll just talk about things. I mean, I know our memories can get kinda gruesome, but it'll help to share and know you're not alone, right?

Of course, uh, this means you guys are gonna have to see my face, so... let me know if you want me to show you now so you don't flip out in front of all of us, haha.

[ That's... a thing that happened, yeah. ]

So, whaddya say?

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private; NO PROMISES, REINER HAS A BAD TRACK RECORD

[schild]

Maybe... they're out of order? I can't really say I know for sure for mine, but... I could have easily gotten my "powers" before, when I was a kid, or later.

[ Otherwise... ]

Unless they're two separate people?

private; he came in like a wrecking ball......

[struckout]

Who knows.

[ But that doesn't strike her as quite right. She has a theory, actually, but is reluctant to voice it even in the midst of her miniature opening-up here... ]

private; he's kind of the heck up master

[schild]

It could be different this time. I don't remember ever getting stuck like this, so I'm not sure it's 100% the same this time around.

[ Pause... ]

Though I'm hoping that's not the case-- otherwise I could end up stuck like this.

private;

[struckout]

[ After a moment, oh so carefully: ]

What's... happened?

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[schild]

Ah, it's... Well, my face. It's halfway into becoming what the old-me looked like. As a titan.

[ Yeah, the giant monsters he talked about. ]

It's freaking everyone out--- myself included.

private;

[struckout]

Hmm.

[ Yeah. She's. Not sure what to say. ]

That bad?

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[schild]

It doesn't help that... my face, or well, the old me's face...

[ Ugh, how does he say it... ]

I think he might've done some bad stuff.

private;

[struckout]

[ ... Ah, she thinks, with a bizarre amount of mental clarity, and falls silent for a few seconds. She's... thought about this a lot, actually, because what else is she supposed to do while lying awake waiting for either to fall asleep or the police to burst in and drag her away? ]

I don't think that... whatever is causing this, would want us to be bad people.

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[schild]

Yeah... [ He hadn't really thought of it like that, though. Something behind their echoes and nightmares... ]

I mean, I don't want to become that guy, that's for sure. Not if I can help it.