She doesn't like this idea at all. She frowns. She doesn't want to know how Armin died--and she doesn't want Anthony to know either. Not any more than she wants to know how the curly haired blonde who could contact greying ten year olds with telepathic marshmallows and heal people died.
She takes a moment to take Anthony's hand across the table if only to remind herself that they're both solid right here right now. She brought up the topic and she likes it less and less every second.]
... But that doesn't matter now, right? No titans. And hopefully minimal monsters.
We stay alive. Until we're really, really old. And we don't have to worry about why they were young.
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She doesn't like this idea at all. She frowns. She doesn't want to know how Armin died--and she doesn't want Anthony to know either. Not any more than she wants to know how the curly haired blonde who could contact greying ten year olds with telepathic marshmallows and heal people died.
She takes a moment to take Anthony's hand across the table if only to remind herself that they're both solid right here right now. She brought up the topic and she likes it less and less every second.]
... But that doesn't matter now, right? No titans. And hopefully minimal monsters.
We stay alive. Until we're really, really old. And we don't have to worry about why they were young.
Right?