Reiner doesn't intend to die. Not here. Not now. There are too many people who still need him. Too many people he has to protect. Too many people he can't let down.
Living for himself is a concept Reiner only vaguely understands; it's something applied to others, never himself. He hasn't lived for himself since he was five years old. He'll keep moving forward because that's all he can do. Because he doesn't have a choice.
But he breathes out a bitter imitation of a laugh all the same, anger and hurt and grief dredging up words better left unsaid.
"Why not?" he asks, still facing forward. Still walking, pulling Eren along. "So you can get around to killing me someday? Once I've finally suffered enough?"
How much more suffering will it take before it's enough?
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Living for himself is a concept Reiner only vaguely understands; it's something applied to others, never himself. He hasn't lived for himself since he was five years old. He'll keep moving forward because that's all he can do. Because he doesn't have a choice.
But he breathes out a bitter imitation of a laugh all the same, anger and hurt and grief dredging up words better left unsaid.
"Why not?" he asks, still facing forward. Still walking, pulling Eren along. "So you can get around to killing me someday? Once I've finally suffered enough?"
How much more suffering will it take before it's enough?
What a stupid question. It will never be enough.