[ For a split second, Reiner thinks that Annie is going to hug him.
It's an absurd thought. An action that would immediately prove this young woman isn't Annie—or, at the very least, that Annie has fallen victim to Ellipsa's magic. Still, that thought crosses Reiner's mind. Annie is going to hug him, and he'll get to tell her how happy he is to see her, how worried he and Bertholdt have been, how hard they tried to rescue her—
Then Annie kicks Reiner in the face.
Thoughts of hugging fly out the window, along with any doubt that this is indeed Annie. Unprepared to defend himself, Reiner falls like a toppled wall. Training on how to recover from a fall kicks in as he hits the ground, mitigating the worst of the impact. But it still fucking hurts, his jaw aching, steam already filling his mouth as something she fucked up starts to heal.
Did Annie knock out his teeth again? Wasn't he just talking about that with Marco?
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It's an absurd thought. An action that would immediately prove this young woman isn't Annie—or, at the very least, that Annie has fallen victim to Ellipsa's magic. Still, that thought crosses Reiner's mind. Annie is going to hug him, and he'll get to tell her how happy he is to see her, how worried he and Bertholdt have been, how hard they tried to rescue her—
Then Annie kicks Reiner in the face.
Thoughts of hugging fly out the window, along with any doubt that this is indeed Annie. Unprepared to defend himself, Reiner falls like a toppled wall. Training on how to recover from a fall kicks in as he hits the ground, mitigating the worst of the impact. But it still fucking hurts, his jaw aching, steam already filling his mouth as something she fucked up starts to heal.
Did Annie knock out his teeth again? Wasn't he just talking about that with Marco?
… Marco. Fuck, Marco. Jean. Eren. Mikasa. Everyone else…
He needs to tell her. He needs to get her to listen long enough to explain the situation.
Instead, Reiner hears himself laughing. Quiet but joyful, the sheer relief that Annie is finally here flooding his being. ]
You're here, [ he half-wheezes, looking up at her. Gold eyes bright with emotion, blood bright on his lip. ] You're really here.