[He doesn't bother wasting his time typing out an answer, just swings himself out of his bunk. Fifteen minutes later, he's a dark blot standing in the blueish shadow of one of the massive snowbanks left over from the avalanche. Watching the rest of the camp against the horizon. Once again wearing his green Survey Corps cloak around his shoulders against the cold, now that it's clean and vomit-free.
Of course he's heard, by now. That his memories aren't as reliable as they should be. (Again.) That he's somehow missing a lot of time. That the expedition he remembers preparing to leave for went to shit after encountering the same female-type titan he'd seen at the drop. The one Mikasa insisted was Annie. That she's a titan. Not just a titan, but a traitor.
It's almost impossible to argue with it when so many of his comrades confirm the story. Claim to have seen her shift and kill their soldiers with their own eyes. But he resists the idea anyway, with the same stupid stubbornness that rises up in him when someone tells he's suicidal for wanting to see the outside world or foolish for thinking they could defeat the titans. He's not stupid, but he doesn't have a lot of people left in his life who really matter. And for better or for worse, Annie matters. And if she is like him—
If she killed those people she had to have a reason.
It leaves a sharp and sour taste in his mouth. Either way, he hasn't lived it. He can't really understand it, and it's maddening. Her refusal to talk to him over the past few (overlong alien) days hasn't helped in the least. Waiting restless and unsettled, but not afraid. She could have killed him at the drop. She didn't. (She wouldn't.)]
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Of course he's heard, by now. That his memories aren't as reliable as they should be. (Again.) That he's somehow missing a lot of time. That the expedition he remembers preparing to leave for went to shit after encountering the same female-type titan he'd seen at the drop. The one Mikasa insisted was Annie. That she's a titan. Not just a titan, but a traitor.
It's almost impossible to argue with it when so many of his comrades confirm the story. Claim to have seen her shift and kill their soldiers with their own eyes. But he resists the idea anyway, with the same stupid stubbornness that rises up in him when someone tells he's suicidal for wanting to see the outside world or foolish for thinking they could defeat the titans. He's not stupid, but he doesn't have a lot of people left in his life who really matter. And for better or for worse, Annie matters. And if she is like him—
If she killed those people she had to have a reason.
It leaves a sharp and sour taste in his mouth. Either way, he hasn't lived it. He can't really understand it, and it's maddening. Her refusal to talk to him over the past few (overlong alien) days hasn't helped in the least. Waiting restless and unsettled, but not afraid. She could have killed him at the drop. She didn't. (She wouldn't.)]