[ Even with those hideous strategic inches of added bone, at least Levi's probably lost a few kilos over the week. Well, it probably doesn't make carrying him so inefficiently any easier, especially when he isn't doing much to hold his own weight up. Either way, Levi doesn't seem particularly cognizant of that or much else.
Erwin's question gets him to focus away from how he'd been drifting. Right, he'd want to know that right away, wouldn't he? Reporting everything he could in hopes some part of it might be useful had become one of his only motivators towards the end of his captivity. ]
Woke up in those cages. [ He's quiet, practically mumbling, less from care about being overheard and more from a sheer lack of energy. It's more disjointed than he means it to be, far more. He's spent all this time thinking about what he'd say, refining and revising it, and instead it starts to turn into a ramble. ] They kept drugging us, the cowards. Doubt they'd taken us far-- shit. Oh shit.
[ They really hadn't taken them far, it seemed. He actually lifts his head when they get into the operating theater, eyes widening. He almost remembered this, though not exactly, but he had this one fragment of a memory trapped in his head. Unable to move on a hard metal surface, the drag of something against bone, and he couldn't make out the face of whoever was leaning over him. It's just for a single moment in time, but he's somewhere else entirely for it. ]
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Erwin's question gets him to focus away from how he'd been drifting. Right, he'd want to know that right away, wouldn't he? Reporting everything he could in hopes some part of it might be useful had become one of his only motivators towards the end of his captivity. ]
Woke up in those cages. [ He's quiet, practically mumbling, less from care about being overheard and more from a sheer lack of energy. It's more disjointed than he means it to be, far more. He's spent all this time thinking about what he'd say, refining and revising it, and instead it starts to turn into a ramble. ] They kept drugging us, the cowards. Doubt they'd taken us far-- shit. Oh shit.
[ They really hadn't taken them far, it seemed. He actually lifts his head when they get into the operating theater, eyes widening. He almost remembered this, though not exactly, but he had this one fragment of a memory trapped in his head. Unable to move on a hard metal surface, the drag of something against bone, and he couldn't make out the face of whoever was leaning over him. It's just for a single moment in time, but he's somewhere else entirely for it. ]