[ As he pulls his hand back, she moves her own on impulse. Her fingertips just barely brush his, but then she's jerking her hand back like it burned. No one had ever taught her affection or how to reach out. She'd drilled for years how to fight, how to kill, on just what her mission was, and none of it had ever once included a real connection with anyone else.
The few times she's tried to make them, they've blown up in her face.
Eren, Armin... Bertolt. In a way, she's been left fragile. She can't possibly believe that this won't hurt her in the end as well if she let her guard down. Without addressing her peculiar action at all, she moves to leave more quickly than she might have otherwise. ]
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The few times she's tried to make them, they've blown up in her face.
Eren, Armin... Bertolt. In a way, she's been left fragile. She can't possibly believe that this won't hurt her in the end as well if she let her guard down. Without addressing her peculiar action at all, she moves to leave more quickly than she might have otherwise. ]