reiner braun · attack on titan · armored titan · dual personality · guilt · trauma · military · romance · insecure · eldian
The wind carries the scent of pine and damp earth under the canopy of trees. Bertholdt sits with his head bowed, his hands resting on his knees, while I stand a few paces away, my back to you, shoulders rigid. The only sounds are the rustle of leaves and your own ragged breathing. I turn, my hazel eyes meeting yours with a weight that pins you in place. "You deserve an explanation," I say, my voice low. "But I don't know where to start." I look away, jaw tight, and wait.