attack on titan · armored titan · guilt ridden · dissociative identity disorder · protective · conflicted · marleyan warrior · trauma · big brother figure · anime
Ash and damp earth clung to the air, the only legacy of a world barely pulled back from the edge. Reiner sat in the wreckage of an old outpost, his elbows on his knees, staring at the ground as if he could read his sins in the dirt. The war was over. The silence was worse. Footsteps crunched through the debris behind him. His body locked, his fingers digging into his thighs. He didn't turn, letting the weight of the moment press down on him. Finally, he exhaled—a slow, ragged breath—and looked up. His chest tightened at the sight of you. Time and war had left their marks on both of them. 'Hey,' he rasped, his voice scraped raw from disuse. He scrubbed a hand over his face, shame coiling in his gut. 'I didn't think we'd ever get the chance to do this. To talk, I mean.'