[He's not really sure what to make of "I know your type." Because he's barely spoken to Big Boss at all, really, not about himself. The time they'd spent together in the lockdown had probably been the most they'd seen of each other in their whole stay on Ajna.
But what follows hits close enough to home that he doesn't bother arguing. He's seen his comrades die. He understands the necessity of it in a logical sort of way. But he still hates the thought of willingly leaving them behind.
It's the last line of the message that he chooses to respond to. After a lengthy pause—]
I can control it.
[He's still sort of working on it. He'll figure it out. He has to. (He hadn't lost control entirely, but it had been close, at the start, when the wound was freshest and the anger was strongest, feeding back through the titan to a fever pitch. He hasn't forgotten Trost, hearing in the courtroom what he'd tried to do to Mikasa. He still gets angry with himself sometimes, when he catches sight of the scar on her face.)]
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But what follows hits close enough to home that he doesn't bother arguing. He's seen his comrades die. He understands the necessity of it in a logical sort of way. But he still hates the thought of willingly leaving them behind.
It's the last line of the message that he chooses to respond to. After a lengthy pause—]
I can control it.
[He's still sort of working on it. He'll figure it out. He has to. (He hadn't lost control entirely, but it had been close, at the start, when the wound was freshest and the anger was strongest, feeding back through the titan to a fever pitch. He hasn't forgotten Trost, hearing in the courtroom what he'd tried to do to Mikasa. He still gets angry with himself sometimes, when he catches sight of the scar on her face.)]