[ Following Annie into the bar, Reiner makes no comment about the table she has chosen. He notices its tactical advantages, sure, but that just strikes him as good sense. Annie always had that in spades. More than he ever did, really.
She tells him to hold his thought, and he does. Quietly, shamefully, he does. Shamefully because a part of him will always be ashamed of such thoughts, of pushing back against the indoctrination he experienced as a child. Because that's not what a Warrior does. It's not what a good Eldian does.
For so long, that's all he wanted to be. For so long, he wanted to be good enough to no longer be an Eldian.
He orders something fruity, because why the hell not. It comes in a glass with a little umbrella. Annie makes her toast, and Reiner clinks his glass against hers, a sad smile on his face. ]
Sucks to realize those flaws exist.
[ He takes a sip before asking, ]
You said my mom survived… What about your father?
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She tells him to hold his thought, and he does. Quietly, shamefully, he does. Shamefully because a part of him will always be ashamed of such thoughts, of pushing back against the indoctrination he experienced as a child. Because that's not what a Warrior does. It's not what a good Eldian does.
For so long, that's all he wanted to be. For so long, he wanted to be good enough to no longer be an Eldian.
He orders something fruity, because why the hell not. It comes in a glass with a little umbrella. Annie makes her toast, and Reiner clinks his glass against hers, a sad smile on his face. ]
Sucks to realize those flaws exist.
[ He takes a sip before asking, ]
You said my mom survived… What about your father?