[ "Of course he did." Of course. Of course Armin would use Bertolt's feelings for Annie against him, weaponizing Bertolt's quiet devotion for a single moment of weakness. Of course the small, weak boy that Reiner looked after in training would turn Reiner's protective instincts into a liability. Of course their friend would betray them, just as he was betrayed.
Of course.
Reiner still doesn't look at Hange. He stares in the vague direction of the water, gaze unfocused, his sense of self shifting beneath his feet. Perhaps he looks a bit like Eren when the sense of "where" and "when" fall to pieces. Or perhaps he looks like he did atop Wall Rose just before he threw his soldier's life aside. ]
Guess so, [ he mutters, no feeling behind it. ] I don't know what I was thinking…
[ His hand is lax, at least. And the starfish, apparently disliking all the twitching and flexing, is relinquishing its grip on his fingers. ]
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Of course.
Reiner still doesn't look at Hange. He stares in the vague direction of the water, gaze unfocused, his sense of self shifting beneath his feet. Perhaps he looks a bit like Eren when the sense of "where" and "when" fall to pieces. Or perhaps he looks like he did atop Wall Rose just before he threw his soldier's life aside. ]
Guess so, [ he mutters, no feeling behind it. ] I don't know what I was thinking…
[ His hand is lax, at least. And the starfish, apparently disliking all the twitching and flexing, is relinquishing its grip on his fingers. ]