"So people aren't trying to find ways?" Annie gives him a flat look, arms hanging loose at her sides. She does her level best not to let her fingers curl into fists. No steps toward violence, because even if she had the heart for it in the moment (anger without violence is sort of strange, she realises) she doesn't have the desire to get into conflict in public, let alone a public celebration.
She's always been better at choosing her moments when she's needed them. Eren... haaah.
"After years of this, and enough people who've been here for years, I can't believe they wouldn't. Hope's the hardest thing to kill." The last said softer, eyes drifting away for a beat of her heart. Only that much: she can't trust Eren, really, anymore than she suspects he trusts her.
"Like telling you to fuck off would do anything, even if I felt like it." She says with a scowl. Her eyes close briefly, breathing in deep, and exhaling in a long, low sigh. When her eyes open again, she stares straight up at Eren's face.
"I'm tired of fighting, Eren. Even if you and everyone else dragged me right back into it back home. Don't make any of us watch you die again." She glances over his shoulder. "And make sure Mikasa and Reiner never have to be the ones if for some fucked up reason you want to be taken out again."
She doesn't think he wants to. She can't really believe, deep down, that Eren had wanted to die. Not seeing another way forward, sure, that's his brand of obstinate, and certainly too risk taking to be any good in any military, but he'd had that blindness to his own mortality when he was younger that she doesn't think mutated into acceptance of death. No more than Reiner was able to succeed, at least, and Eren clung to what he'd claimed to be fighting for, knowing the consequences of his plans going right.
She runs a hand through her hair, keeping the motion smooth and slow instead of as swift as she'd prefer. No reason to make him jumpy.
"Who knows? Maybe I came back wrong." She sounds utterly unconcerned. Worse, she actually is. It's unchangeable, so stressing over it is pointless. She's still too caught up in the fallout of everything back home to be worried about details of herself in another world.
"My season?" She moves the hand on her head to gesture at the beach. "Summer. Why?"
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She's always been better at choosing her moments when she's needed them. Eren... haaah.
"After years of this, and enough people who've been here for years, I can't believe they wouldn't. Hope's the hardest thing to kill." The last said softer, eyes drifting away for a beat of her heart. Only that much: she can't trust Eren, really, anymore than she suspects he trusts her.
"Like telling you to fuck off would do anything, even if I felt like it." She says with a scowl. Her eyes close briefly, breathing in deep, and exhaling in a long, low sigh. When her eyes open again, she stares straight up at Eren's face.
"I'm tired of fighting, Eren. Even if you and everyone else dragged me right back into it back home. Don't make any of us watch you die again." She glances over his shoulder. "And make sure Mikasa and Reiner never have to be the ones if for some fucked up reason you want to be taken out again."
She doesn't think he wants to. She can't really believe, deep down, that Eren had wanted to die. Not seeing another way forward, sure, that's his brand of obstinate, and certainly too risk taking to be any good in any military, but he'd had that blindness to his own mortality when he was younger that she doesn't think mutated into acceptance of death. No more than Reiner was able to succeed, at least, and Eren clung to what he'd claimed to be fighting for, knowing the consequences of his plans going right.
She runs a hand through her hair, keeping the motion smooth and slow instead of as swift as she'd prefer. No reason to make him jumpy.
"Who knows? Maybe I came back wrong." She sounds utterly unconcerned. Worse, she actually is. It's unchangeable, so stressing over it is pointless. She's still too caught up in the fallout of everything back home to be worried about details of herself in another world.
"My season?" She moves the hand on her head to gesture at the beach. "Summer. Why?"