[They're in a bind, here. They have to do a job, or there will be consequences for humanity. He hasn't forgotten how much it pisses him off to have that noose hanging around their necks. He has little love for the CDC, and little interest in going above and beyond just for the sake of their "employers."
Their comrades, however—]
they're not going to be the ones risking their necks out there
[There are too many of them who are stuck here in the same position. Blackmailed and bought by the lives of those they left at home. They need to survive. Sitting on his hands won't do anything.]
[ Eren, she is so angry that you've warped your logic into this that she's just left staring at her device incredulously.
Because this is something she's not going to try and control you over. As much as she hates it, she's not going to try and convince you that they're not worth it. That there's no need to be so self-sacrificing because in the end it was just that about you that saved her in the first place.
But she's still angry, and she's still disappointed, and there's nothing that she can do so she'll just withdraw. ]
[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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[ She believes it. ]
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Their comrades, however—]
they're not going to be the ones risking their necks out there
[There are too many of them who are stuck here in the same position. Blackmailed and bought by the lives of those they left at home. They need to survive. Sitting on his hands won't do anything.]
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Because this is something she's not going to try and control you over. As much as she hates it, she's not going to try and convince you that they're not worth it. That there's no need to be so self-sacrificing because in the end it was just that about you that saved her in the first place.
But she's still angry, and she's still disappointed, and there's nothing that she can do so she'll just withdraw. ]
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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.]