He does think Reiner deserves the redemption he's going to get -- has gotten -- and ultimately he doesn't blame him personally for the Paradis infiltration mission either. Perhaps he used to. It can be tempting sometimes, like when Reiner threatens the safety of Nightwake, but back home... he was in a situation that no kid should have been put in to begin with. That's hardly something to pin on him when the ones who sent him there would have done it again to anybody without a second thought.
Reiner should have never ended up at that point, should have never been forced to choose between the options he did. Not unlike Eren, even though there's no redemption for killing the entire world. But they've been managing, somehow, small tendrils of trust allowing them to reach each other despite the rift between them that can never close.
He can't overlook the fact that Reiner, this version right here and now, thinks they're enemies. But then, what the hell was he doing right now, helping him? That's not exactly enemy behaviour. Perhaps things had gotten more complicated for him too, even if he doesn't know the truth.
Yet.
"Right," he says mildly. He did know about the Liberio port -- he had been there, several times now, at least one of them through Eren's memories here -- but just because there was a harbor nearby did not mean the people living there were allowed to go there. He supposes it makes sense, though. Warriors were Marley's weapons; they would want them as versatile as possible. "Well, suppose I'm lucky you did."
He doesn't thank him again -- once is enough -- but the sentiment is much the same.
He reaches for his mount's harness perhaps a little stiffly, still on high alert from the stress of nearly dying, and makes sure to strap himself in more securely this time, even if it limits his mobility somewhat.
The orca doesn't answer, but it does swim an excited little circle around Reiner with some happier sounding clicking noises. It's probably as good as promising that it will do its best, though whether or not that will be successful probably remains to be seen.
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Reiner should have never ended up at that point, should have never been forced to choose between the options he did. Not unlike Eren, even though there's no redemption for killing the entire world. But they've been managing, somehow, small tendrils of trust allowing them to reach each other despite the rift between them that can never close.
He can't overlook the fact that Reiner, this version right here and now, thinks they're enemies. But then, what the hell was he doing right now, helping him? That's not exactly enemy behaviour. Perhaps things had gotten more complicated for him too, even if he doesn't know the truth.
Yet.
"Right," he says mildly. He did know about the Liberio port -- he had been there, several times now, at least one of them through Eren's memories here -- but just because there was a harbor nearby did not mean the people living there were allowed to go there. He supposes it makes sense, though. Warriors were Marley's weapons; they would want them as versatile as possible. "Well, suppose I'm lucky you did."
He doesn't thank him again -- once is enough -- but the sentiment is much the same.
He reaches for his mount's harness perhaps a little stiffly, still on high alert from the stress of nearly dying, and makes sure to strap himself in more securely this time, even if it limits his mobility somewhat.
The orca doesn't answer, but it does swim an excited little circle around Reiner with some happier sounding clicking noises. It's probably as good as promising that it will do its best, though whether or not that will be successful probably remains to be seen.