He hardly has time to absorb that it's really her, not some trick of this place before she's reaching up to haul him down by the collar of his shirt. Of course he doesn't resist her pulling him down; he lets his hands fall away from his nose, looking at her in surprise with deep green eyes.
"I'm sorry," is what he says in response to her accusation. He had died, one bright terrifying moment of regret and his life flashing before his eyes before he was outside his body. Then he was here, though, so he hasn't quite had time to absorb it all.
He's sorry that they managed to trick him, that his attempt to end things quicker distracted him from Armin's plan.
"I don't know how I got here. I just woke up," he tells her, wincing a little bit at how his answer sounds. But that has always been Bertholdt; where he is quiet and strong, he also never pushes back against anyone.
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"I'm sorry," is what he says in response to her accusation. He had died, one bright terrifying moment of regret and his life flashing before his eyes before he was outside his body. Then he was here, though, so he hasn't quite had time to absorb it all.
He's sorry that they managed to trick him, that his attempt to end things quicker distracted him from Armin's plan.
"I don't know how I got here. I just woke up," he tells her, wincing a little bit at how his answer sounds. But that has always been Bertholdt; where he is quiet and strong, he also never pushes back against anyone.