[thoughtless]

Eren rested his head against the wall, but sitting wasn't all that much better than lying down. He didn't know how to answer his new friend's question. Of course he wasn't all right. His inside were no longer his, his belly was filled with something he could not nor would want to identify, and he felt like any moment death could creep up upon him...but he couldn't say that. They already knew that. All of them had already felt that...for who knows how long. Gear looked ready to pop as he spoke. Eren wanted to wallow. He wanted to sit there and sob until this nightmare was over, but he knew he couldn't. He was afraid Gear would pay the price, so he attempted a smile which came out more like a grimace, and nodded slowly. He slid his hand closer to Gear, oblivious to Gear's apparent pain, and urged him to take his hand. He swallowed.

"I'm sorry. What...what are they going to do to you?"