[It's troubling. Eren had not been exactly friendly with the instructors, had engaged them near-strictly for information (or arguments.) Because he had no interest in building a loyalty to the CDC, and trusting the brass to be more than that is hard when all they do is speak in riddles.
(Though Warriorhead had said and done some pointed things that had given him pause, made him wonder.)
But he's not stupid enough not to find the timing fishy as hell. He remembers Amber offering to ask Honey why she killed Dagger, if she saw her before he did. Back on Aquada, when Honey had been her instructor but not yet Eren's as well. Turns out there was no need, Honey bragged it out loud before either of them got to the post. (Turned traitor. Working with protesters, rebels.) He's reading that particular conversation over again with a habitual amount of laser-focus. A furrowed brow and a tense jaw and little regard to anyone who might be trying to (succeeding to) sneak up on him.
His reaction is swift. A little jagged, if not explosive. He's always sort of strung tight, these days.
His shoulders pull stiff when she taps them, fingers curling closed over his cuff as his hands pull into fists. His head snaps up, expression set in a reflexive scowl that smooths out to confusion as her voice registers.]
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(Though Warriorhead had said and done some pointed things that had given him pause, made him wonder.)
But he's not stupid enough not to find the timing fishy as hell. He remembers Amber offering to ask Honey why she killed Dagger, if she saw her before he did. Back on Aquada, when Honey had been her instructor but not yet Eren's as well. Turns out there was no need, Honey bragged it out loud before either of them got to the post. (Turned traitor. Working with protesters, rebels.) He's reading that particular conversation over again with a habitual amount of laser-focus. A furrowed brow and a tense jaw and little regard to anyone who might be trying to (succeeding to) sneak up on him.
His reaction is swift. A little jagged, if not explosive. He's always sort of strung tight, these days.
His shoulders pull stiff when she taps them, fingers curling closed over his cuff as his hands pull into fists. His head snaps up, expression set in a reflexive scowl that smooths out to confusion as her voice registers.]
What the hell, Amber?
[Just say hello like a normal person.]