[ For his part, Reiner stopped actively watching Levi after that final glare, busying himself with wiping sand from his face. He hasn't turned his back or resumed his trek toward the water. He's waiting for his heart rate to settle. Waiting for his adrenaline to fade.
It's stupid. It's so fucking stupid. Levi didn't manage to actually kill him back home. So why can't Reiner get it out of his head? Why does he keep remembering it? And why did Reiner even bother trying to be civil?
Jean approaches, asking a question to which Reiner has no answer. So he snaps, ]
How the fuck should I know?
[ It comes out far harsher than he intends. Harsher than he means to speak to Jean, that is. He grimaces and wipes a hand over his face, brushing away more sand. ]
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It's stupid. It's so fucking stupid. Levi didn't manage to actually kill him back home. So why can't Reiner get it out of his head? Why does he keep remembering it? And why did Reiner even bother trying to be civil?
Jean approaches, asking a question to which Reiner has no answer. So he snaps, ]
How the fuck should I know?
[ It comes out far harsher than he intends. Harsher than he means to speak to Jean, that is. He grimaces and wipes a hand over his face, brushing away more sand. ]
Sorry. He's just an asshole.
[ Well, Jean did ask. ]