[What do you want from him. He's not backing out now, and he's sure as hell not letting Armin head out there without someone watching his back. He hasn't forgotten that he has a responsibility to humanity, to stay alive so his comrades don't die in vain. But he also has a responsibility as a soldier to protect them, to fight, because he has the power to do so where they can't. Balancing that is hard. It's hard for him to stay safe while others fight and die. It's hard for him to stay put when he could be walking the shorelines and cliffaces of the world. It's hard for him take a backseat, and to know when to hang back and when to charge ahead, and sometimes he just doesn't think things through, even now.
The lack of a reply is a loud one, from her. She worries too much. (She isn't wrong to.)
He spends a while staring down at the screen of his blackglass, mouth drawn tight, something bitter boiling down in his chest. All at once, he exhales in a huff, closes the inbox screen and stows it for the rest of the ride out to Sector R.]
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The lack of a reply is a loud one, from her. She worries too much. (She isn't wrong to.)
He spends a while staring down at the screen of his blackglass, mouth drawn tight, something bitter boiling down in his chest. All at once, he exhales in a huff, closes the inbox screen and stows it for the rest of the ride out to Sector R.]