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Tatoeba ore ga orejanai to shite,
omae wa omaeda to ii kireru no ka?

Vivid green eyes gazed into glazed [e/c] ones. Hesitation was on your lips, and tension rose between the two of you, who sat across from each other over a lake of consciousness. The wispy white smoke that swirled above the lake rolled and spiraled away with each gust of ominous wind, leaving brunette and [h/c] locks whipping against your somber faces, respectively.

The brunette boy who sat in front of you was in a state of confusion. His eyebrows were furrowed in thought while his eyes focused on the hazy mist that rolled across the lake underneath. You asked him again, the same question that had him in this position. “Eren, what are you?”

You saw field green irises come back up to look at your figure before returning to his reflection in the hazy pool of water that the two of you hovered over. You sighed. You had been at this for days now. This form of dual-interrogation. You were the only one who was able to determine his humanity, and he your existence.

After hours of questioning and pondering, he came to an answer. With a voice as booming as thunder and steady as a stream, he responded, “I've always been one of you!” He stood at full height. His lips were drawn in a thin line and those angry green eyes bore into you.

“Yet, you can't tell me who I am?” You looked up at him with your head slightly tilted to the side. “Do I even exist beyond your mind? And if I do, will we ever meet? Or, am I someone you've forgotten? Could I just be a figment of your imagination?” you finished sadly.

“You're the same as me! We're human.” He reassured you and made a reach for you. His fingers delved into your transparent [s/t] shoulders. He immediately pulled his hand away from you, shock evident on his face. You slowly stood onto your feet and walked up to him. You stared curiously into his bright eyes, studying him slowly, before bringing your hands palm-side up to your face.

“Is our appearance what makes us human?” you asked, curling your fingers. Eren scowled but you couldn't read the disheartened look in his eyes. “They call you a monster. Yet, you have two eyes like me, nose, mouth, hair, ams, legs, hands, feet... We both have dreams and aspirations, feelings. Is that enough to make you, to make me, human? Is that enough to make anyone human?”

No response was awaiting you. Just the lonely stare of a confused boy reflecting in your dull [e/c] irises. You sighed and looked away from his depressing gaze.

“Of course it is!” he suddenly yelled out, breaking you of your trance and demanding that your eyes refocus on him. ”You're you and I'm me! There's nothing else!” he pulled you into a crushing hug. This time, for the first time since you've begun this series of questioning and answering, he was able to touch you. To feel your skin make contact with his, and to wrap his arms around your body.

The feel of his body against yours was a new sensation to your normally lonely presence. It felt nice. It was incredibly warm. Was this the way it was suppose to feel when two humans embraced?

You remained limp in his grasp, still recovering from the shock of sudden contact with this Eren. Shaken, your lips formed the words, “And, who are you?”

His arms tensed around you. His chest heaved up and down softly with every shallow breath. He clenched you tighter against him; his nails dug into and reddened the skin underneath them. “I'm Eren Jaeger! I grew up in Shiganshina, and I'm a human being! Your name is [Name], and you're human, just like me!”

“Why are you able to transform into a titan?” you stated bluntly. The feeling of his arms slacking around you and his chin slightly slumping against the side of your shoulder made you quickly realize you had hit a sensitive point. But, this is what he needed to be decisive. To find out who he really was. That way, he could perhaps tell you what part you played in his mind, in his existence.

“Do you have any memory, or could it be, you've always been one of them, just like how I never existed...” you pulled away from him enough to stare into those fields of green, yet not enough to leave the warmth of his hold. “Or, could it be that you and your situation is just a figment of my imagination?”

His eyes widened at the hypothesis. What if this really all was just a dream? That you, or maybe even he, didn't truly exist. That neither of you were what you thought you were to be. What if there was a chance he wasn't really who he thought he was, and he never even realized it? That would mean he, Mikasa, Armin, his mother never was either.

You sighed. Hesitantly, you draped your arms around his waist, and gently smothered your head against his chest. He didn't protest your actions, but only brought his hand to your head and allowed his fingers to entangle in your soft [h/c] locks, stroking them.

The soothing smell of honeysuckle that drifted from your soft body lulled him, and he let his eyes fall close. You could feel his chest rhythmically move up and down with each peaceful intake of air he took. Eren needed something to feel real. This couldn't last forever. He knew he would have to wake up, and he knew he would need a decision of who he was soon.

Just like every meeting beforehand, you had begun and now ended with the same question you asked him each time you met him in this state of consciousness. “Eren, who are you?”

“I'm...” he hesitated. “I'm...human...” he answered after moments of silence. He still had doubts of just exactly who he was; however, he knew that he was here, whether he was monster or human, and you were in his hold.

It would be fine, as long as he didn't have to give you away.

You smiled up at him. “I think... we made a lot progress today.”

Instead of meeting your smile, Eren awoke to the sight of the guard scowling at him, mumbling harsh words under his breath, and an even emptier hole in his chest. He turned towards the dull, gray wall; his shackles pulling roughly against his wrists.

There was one thing he did know-- that whether or not of what he was, and if he was a part of your imagination or vice versa, he was under arrest, and this was definitely happening.

Eren folded his arms under his head for a more comfortable position against his bed. He sighed; and closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep for the rest of the day. He wanted to see you again, if only for a little while. He'd make you believe that you existed, and that you were a person. When the two of you meet, he would tell you that he told you so. That he told you that you were real. He wanted to feel your body and to be convinced that the warmth he felt in his body when he held you was proof enough of what he was, and what you were.

He was human; you were too. Or, so Eren hoped.

If by chance that I'm really not me.
Then who can tell you that you are you?