( For the second time, though slightly more muttered: )
Good luck with that.
( And she takes a much longer, deeper drink of her IPA. Leaving it where it is works for her. This all just happened to her. Making it make sense is like having a surreal dream take over her life, with the juxtaposition of this place against the one she'd been in less than seventy-two hours before.
So she won't mention seeing everyone on the Paths. She won't mention the puppeting of the prior Warriors, or the moment they woke up. Maybe Levi, she'll realize at some point soon, is the only one who either knows or can guess; Eren she won't know either way. He's so confused over whatever's living in his head.
No, there's this beer instead. Then she doesn't need to consider Bertholdt, or Marco, or Sasha, or anyone else here: just a beer. IPA. Whatever. She doesn't hate it, but it's not turning her into any more of an alcohol appreciator than she was before. )
... So. Expeditions.
( She looks over the top of her half empty glass. As the one who'd gone to the Military Police, the greatest irony here is that all her expeditioning and exploring happened before they breached the wall in Paradis.
Four years is a hell of a lot of time to be out of the waking, active world. Even if it was a shitty, terribly cruel one. )
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Good luck with that.
( And she takes a much longer, deeper drink of her IPA. Leaving it where it is works for her. This all just happened to her. Making it make sense is like having a surreal dream take over her life, with the juxtaposition of this place against the one she'd been in less than seventy-two hours before.
So she won't mention seeing everyone on the Paths. She won't mention the puppeting of the prior Warriors, or the moment they woke up. Maybe Levi, she'll realize at some point soon, is the only one who either knows or can guess; Eren she won't know either way. He's so confused over whatever's living in his head.
No, there's this beer instead. Then she doesn't need to consider Bertholdt, or Marco, or Sasha, or anyone else here: just a beer. IPA. Whatever. She doesn't hate it, but it's not turning her into any more of an alcohol appreciator than she was before. )
... So. Expeditions.
( She looks over the top of her half empty glass. As the one who'd gone to the Military Police, the greatest irony here is that all her expeditioning and exploring happened before they breached the wall in Paradis.
Four years is a hell of a lot of time to be out of the waking, active world. Even if it was a shitty, terribly cruel one. )