[That's not good enough. It springs to the tip of his tongue. But his tongue is not his fingers.
He clenches them together for a while before attempting to type. Curbs himself to some degree, but. Because leaving well enough alone is still a work in progress...]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
do you even care
[Why these people are being sacrificed. (For their own sakes? To save their own skins, so they can fight another day? No doubt he'll have a dozen voices willing to tell him that it's necessary. It's already leaving a sour taste in his mouth. Something he's having a hard time swallowing. If it is necessary, they need to be more than worth it.)]
You agreed to come here, Jaeger. You made an exchange, for something you valued more than your feelings regarding the lives you would be instructed to take and the planets you would be required to destroy.
And if what you have asked for is not worth that exchange, then you have been handed a lesson in choosing that which you value far more carefully.
[He wants to argue. He hadn't agreed to this. To becoming the very thing he'd worked his whole life to eliminate. (Then again, that's happened already, hasn't it? In a far more literal way. The difference is at least he could use his titan shifting to fight back.) He couldn't want anything less than to help the CDC with some kind of industrial conquest, senseless genocide.
But the woman who'd recruited him asked if he'd wanted to fight for humanity.
There's really only one answer he can give to that. No matter what a monster it makes of him.
It's a long time coming. It leaves a bitter and biting taste in his mouth. But eventually—]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
sir.
[Humanity is too close to his heart, too overwhelming a priority. He's become what he hates to protect them before. But can he really accept this lying down?]
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no subject
Because there is something in it for the CDC. Because whatever their reward is outweighs any alternatives.
Asking for specifics would not change what we are here to do, and it will not change that we are going to do it.
no subject
He clenches them together for a while before attempting to type. Curbs himself to some degree, but. Because leaving well enough alone is still a work in progress...]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
do you even care
[Why these people are being sacrificed. (For their own sakes? To save their own skins, so they can fight another day? No doubt he'll have a dozen voices willing to tell him that it's necessary. It's already leaving a sour taste in his mouth. Something he's having a hard time swallowing. If it is necessary, they need to be more than worth it.)]
no subject
The problem is not me.
The problem is that you care.
FROM: warriorhead@cdc.org
You agreed to come here, Jaeger. You made an exchange, for something you valued more than your feelings regarding the lives you would be instructed to take and the planets you would be required to destroy.
And if what you have asked for is not worth that exchange, then you have been handed a lesson in choosing that which you value far more carefully.
no subject
But the woman who'd recruited him asked if he'd wanted to fight for humanity.
There's really only one answer he can give to that. No matter what a monster it makes of him.
It's a long time coming. It leaves a bitter and biting taste in his mouth. But eventually—]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
sir.
[Humanity is too close to his heart, too overwhelming a priority. He's become what he hates to protect them before. But can he really accept this lying down?]