[ Reiner stiffens, the stranger's uninvited proximity setting off warning bells, violent memories still fresh in his mind. He's about to plant a hand on the man's chest and shove, forcibly reclaiming his personal space, when—
"You know what you've done, Armoured Titan."
—it all clicks into place.
Reiner doesn't flinch. Doesn't recoil. Doesn't seem to react at all. He just sits there, still tense, gold eyes flicking to the side to ensure the man still holds the Tepig, not a weapon. He doesn't ask who told this man about him; he doesn't see the need. Except for Gabi, everyone here is from Paradis. They all see him as a traitorous bastard, not a Warrior carrying out his mission. What would be the point of trying to explain?
Reiner knows what he's done. He knows it better than anyone. And if people are going to hate him for it, fine. They can keep on hating.
So Reiner stays silent as the man turns away, doing nothing to halt the stranger's departure. If the man happens to glance back, he'll find that caution has replaced Reiner's friendly curiosity—but aside from that, Reiner may as well be a stone. ]
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"You know what you've done, Armoured Titan."
—it all clicks into place.
Reiner doesn't flinch. Doesn't recoil. Doesn't seem to react at all. He just sits there, still tense, gold eyes flicking to the side to ensure the man still holds the Tepig, not a weapon. He doesn't ask who told this man about him; he doesn't see the need. Except for Gabi, everyone here is from Paradis. They all see him as a traitorous bastard, not a Warrior carrying out his mission. What would be the point of trying to explain?
Reiner knows what he's done. He knows it better than anyone. And if people are going to hate him for it, fine. They can keep on hating.
So Reiner stays silent as the man turns away, doing nothing to halt the stranger's departure. If the man happens to glance back, he'll find that caution has replaced Reiner's friendly curiosity—but aside from that, Reiner may as well be a stone. ]