"You're... alive." A voice suddenly spoke through the silence. The voice was small, cracking lightly in it's wake. Irisa stood there, in shock to see the other. She was one of the few who didn't join the last expedition due her injury. Tears slowly pricked her eyes. She heard the news about Erwin, so she had assumed he was dead, too.It felt like a dream whilst she walked over. Cupping his face, she smiled weakly. Before she knew, she broke down in tears, pulling him in for a hug. "I hate you..."
ALIVE? Living seemed laughable to the man right now ; the wounds he had sustained were a little more than skin deep. He would rather come home with missing limbs than missing soldiers at this point. Still, he persevered. With the dull heat of her hands warming his scathed cheeks, he allowed himself to be embraced. It was the kindest thing God had thrown at him since he stepped foot back into the barracks. What else was he to do?
“ -- I know. I hate me too. ” It wasn’t intended to be self-depricating but a reflection of his honesty. His hands found the warmth of her back and traced up her spine. Still in one piece. Still alive. Maybe he was a little bit happier with the thought of returning home. “ But what did complaining ever do? I’m glad you stayed home. ” which translated to ‘ thank you for giving me something to return to. ’
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