[ There are any number of people Reiner might've expected to see when he looks down to apologize to the small blond figure. A stranger, more than likely. Annie if he's lucky, Armin if he's unlucky. But he's still surprised to find Historia staring up at him, her large blue eyes wide with shock, looking as if Reiner just returned from the dead. ]
Krista?
[ It's not her true name; he knows that. She's Historia. That's the name Ymir used in her letter, and as far as Reiner knows, it's the name Historia prefers. But "Krista" is the name that falls from his lips, their years spent training together forming a habit that's difficult to break—especially when so many other things in Reiner's mind are muddled.
But then his surprise fades, and he smiles down at her. A genuine smile, not one born of bitterness or a desire to conceal other emotions. He's just happy to see her. Happy that she's alive and well; happy that she can still be saved from the fate of those inside the walls. ]
What're you doing here? No, wait, that's a dumb question. You must've gotten the same message, right?
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Krista?
[ It's not her true name; he knows that. She's Historia. That's the name Ymir used in her letter, and as far as Reiner knows, it's the name Historia prefers. But "Krista" is the name that falls from his lips, their years spent training together forming a habit that's difficult to break—especially when so many other things in Reiner's mind are muddled.
But then his surprise fades, and he smiles down at her. A genuine smile, not one born of bitterness or a desire to conceal other emotions. He's just happy to see her. Happy that she's alive and well; happy that she can still be saved from the fate of those inside the walls. ]
What're you doing here? No, wait, that's a dumb question. You must've gotten the same message, right?