[ He's calming, and it's moments like these that she's so grateful to him. Because he has all the right in the world to get angry, to yell because there are people out there, slaughtered and mutilated. People out there, alive and unused to watching their comrades die, much less be violated in such a way. Eren has the right to be angry, because it might be someone that they know out there, and it might not. He has that right, but he still listens to her. Even among that anger, and she's seen it at its fullest, he's listening to her.
She doesn't want to see him defeated. (She doesn't want to see their fellow recruits murdered, either. To see the people of this camps, victims most of them, traumatized like this for no purpose. Their instructors aren't trustworthy, but she believes slightly in the innocence of the recruits. They're all trapped here, at the mercy of a power bigger than anything most of them could've previously imagined.)
Reaching up, she takes his hand on her shoulder into her own, squeezing it for a moment before a moment before returning it to his side.
The rover is still around them, the atmosphere thick and tight, like a throat clenched with feeling, unable to express or ignore. She can feel the tremors of something like regrets or desperation, and as much as she lectures for Eren to stop and think, her own thoughts yield nothing. She can't think of anything to do but obey and hope to survive. Obey and live of the offered strength of the CDC. And she doesn't know how long that will last. ]
Eren, it's not selfish you prioritize yourself sometimes. [ Finally, with some delay. She thinks, so don't go out there and pick fights. ] You know you can't keep fighting otherwise.
[ That's what he'd taught her. To fight. To live. Don't extinguish that flame by burning up all the oxygen too fast; pick your battles, save your energy. She can't afford to expend herself, to expose herself now when he might need her later. So pick your battles, a successful mission revolved around avoiding the most titans back home. ]
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She doesn't want to see him defeated. (She doesn't want to see their fellow recruits murdered, either. To see the people of this camps, victims most of them, traumatized like this for no purpose. Their instructors aren't trustworthy, but she believes slightly in the innocence of the recruits. They're all trapped here, at the mercy of a power bigger than anything most of them could've previously imagined.)
Reaching up, she takes his hand on her shoulder into her own, squeezing it for a moment before a moment before returning it to his side.
The rover is still around them, the atmosphere thick and tight, like a throat clenched with feeling, unable to express or ignore. She can feel the tremors of something like regrets or desperation, and as much as she lectures for Eren to stop and think, her own thoughts yield nothing. She can't think of anything to do but obey and hope to survive. Obey and live of the offered strength of the CDC. And she doesn't know how long that will last. ]
Eren, it's not selfish you prioritize yourself sometimes. [ Finally, with some delay. She thinks, so don't go out there and pick fights. ] You know you can't keep fighting otherwise.
[ That's what he'd taught her. To fight. To live. Don't extinguish that flame by burning up all the oxygen too fast; pick your battles, save your energy. She can't afford to expend herself, to expose herself now when he might need her later. So pick your battles, a successful mission revolved around avoiding the most titans back home. ]