[ Annie isn't sure she's strong enough to stay on her own anymore, and she's not necessarily afraid that she'd lose him to violence. He was powerful. He could defend himself, so long as he just knew to.
But the life of a soldier had a way of seducing him. How he could forget so much and lose himself to it isn't something that she understands, but she can see the appeal. It had to be better. Clear cut, his enemies defined for him. If he didn't remember then it was like he hadn't betrayed all of their comrades from the 104th and murdered uncountable numbers of people.
When compared to her, just her, it doesn't sound like much of a competition. She lets out a soft sigh that has just a hint of a shudder to it. ]
[He knows better than to hug her again. She'd made her feelings known on the matter, and he'd respect them, even if he doesn't necessarily understand.
It doesn't stop him from reaching out to touch her shoulder however briefly. He's there for her, and he'll do his best to stay there. He'd promised her he'd live. But, he's also promised himself that he'll make sure she lives, as well.
If she has nothing else to say, he'll pull back and begin winding his way back to where he'd been.]
[ 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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But the life of a soldier had a way of seducing him. How he could forget so much and lose himself to it isn't something that she understands, but she can see the appeal. It had to be better. Clear cut, his enemies defined for him. If he didn't remember then it was like he hadn't betrayed all of their comrades from the 104th and murdered uncountable numbers of people.
When compared to her, just her, it doesn't sound like much of a competition. She lets out a soft sigh that has just a hint of a shudder to it. ]
Yeah.
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It doesn't stop him from reaching out to touch her shoulder however briefly. He's there for her, and he'll do his best to stay there. He'd promised her he'd live. But, he's also promised himself that he'll make sure she lives, as well.
If she has nothing else to say, he'll pull back and begin winding his way back to where he'd been.]
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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. ]