[ Unconditional devotion of the sort that Mikasa seems to exhibit for Eren is the only kind of love that Amber understands. All or nothing. It doesn't matter to her if they are friends or lovers or just comrades in arms, it's the willingness to die (or kill, which for some is much, much worse) that intrigues her, that she can relate to even if only in the most rudimentary of manners.
That the boy responds with an expression others may view as negative is noted, stored for later use. He seems angry, perhaps because of her meddling, because he is protective of Mikasa. Perhaps because he doesn't want to be protected by her. ]
She would die for you, wouldn't she? Without hesitation.
[ It was a lie, maybe, when she said she thinks she would survive this along with Eren because she doesn't think she would when Hei's life is constantly threatened. That's all she's been getting at all this while. ]
[He's afraid of that, and that makes him angry. Frustrates him to no end, because he doesn't want it. He never asked it of her. He didn't find her, fight for her, convince her to fight for herself, just so she could devote herself to his wellbeing. That wasn't the point.
And now. With things as they are.
He grits his teeth, impatient with the continued line of questioning and unhappy with the topic. What the hell is she getting at?]
Mostly she beats around the bush until whatever secrets stowed in there jumps out, but then Eren seems like an open book. It really is difficult to stop making the comparisons. The similarities far outweigh the differences. She smiles to herself in amusement, linking her hands behind her back and walking on as if she's about done with the conversation topic, only to lull him into a false sense of security. ]
For some people, it is better to die than lose the one thing worth everything.
[ It's now that she turns back to the boy, hoping to catch his gaze. ]
[He doesn't give her an answer to that. Not a verbal one, anyway. He meets her gaze head on, brow furrowed, the corners of his mouth drawn tight with disquiet, frustration both old and new.
Then he shrugs it off, shakes away from it as if with physical effort, pent up energy. Turns and shoulders past her to walk down the shore along the route they're meant to be guarding.
That's not an outcome he's willing to consider, either.]
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That the boy responds with an expression others may view as negative is noted, stored for later use. He seems angry, perhaps because of her meddling, because he is protective of Mikasa. Perhaps because he doesn't want to be protected by her. ]
She would die for you, wouldn't she? Without hesitation.
[ It was a lie, maybe, when she said she thinks she would survive this along with Eren because she doesn't think she would when Hei's life is constantly threatened. That's all she's been getting at all this while. ]
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And now. With things as they are.
He grits his teeth, impatient with the continued line of questioning and unhappy with the topic. What the hell is she getting at?]
That's not gonna happen.
[It's not an outcome he's willing to consider.]
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Mostly she beats around the bush until whatever secrets stowed in there jumps out, but then Eren seems like an open book. It really is difficult to stop making the comparisons. The similarities far outweigh the differences. She smiles to herself in amusement, linking her hands behind her back and walking on as if she's about done with the conversation topic, only to lull him into a false sense of security. ]
For some people, it is better to die than lose the one thing worth everything.
[ It's now that she turns back to the boy, hoping to catch his gaze. ]
Don't rob that of her.
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Then he shrugs it off, shakes away from it as if with physical effort, pent up energy. Turns and shoulders past her to walk down the shore along the route they're meant to be guarding.
That's not an outcome he's willing to consider, either.]