#reinhard

A rant because I uploaded this super late and slept immediately after: my idea for this video is Reinhard’s overall feeling in regards to the entire situation, while on surface he looks very distant and with his statement of “I have no regrets” as he dismissed Theresia as just a reanimated corpse— it does not mean that he wasn’t affected by the entire situation mentally and emotionally speaking. Also the fact that he has thought that he isn’t yet fully deserving of the title of sword saint and that he is rather half hearted in the things he does(atleast from my observation)

I think I remember somewhere that according to Tappei if Theresia wasn’t taken by Pandora the Astrea Family wouldn’t end up like this.

And then Theresia’s last words regarding Reinhard of not once blaming him that her Divine Protection was gone at the wrong possible time, and instead wished he lived a good live not bound by the sword like she has. None of them know, in fact Heinkel probably assumed that Theresia hates them. They dont know, thats why I put her in very small glimpses

Subaru was walking with a bag in one hand—the same bag he had when Reinhard first met him. "Subaru," he said evenly. The trap may have messed with his memories; it was designed to keep someone inert, trapped in a dream of their past.

"Sup, dude," Subaru said awkwardly. It was unlikely he remembered him, he even threw in a little wave.

Reinhard smiled, trying not to spook him. “I knew you came from a distant land, yet this landscape is truly surprising,” he said as he walked closer. All he had to do was grab Subaru and activate the return spell, that was, if he could get close enough. Subaru had always had a second sense for people's intentions, especially if they were intentions towards himself.

Subaru only nodded, not really reacting. "Yeah, uh, welcome to Japan." Then, as Reinhard came into the light, his eyes scanned up and down, lingering first on his hair, then his eyes, then the sword still at his hip.

“Are you here to take me to another world in desperate need of a hero?” he bounced a little, excited.

“Yes,” Reinhard smiled, his prediction skills were always truly impressive. “Well, technically to take you back–”

“Let's go,” Subaru said, speaking over Reinhard for a moment.

“I was warned that the spell may have affected your memory, so if you have any questions–”

“Nope, let's do it,” Subaru said, stretching. “Well, actually, what super sick trope do I fall into? Mad powers? Crazy magic weapons? Gun sword? Please tell me I have a gun sword.”

“Gun… sword?” Reinhard repeated, regarding Subaru for a moment. What even was a gun? “Sorry, no. You primarily use a whip.”

Subaru made a face. “Oh, nasty. I don't like, own people, do I?”

With a tilt of his head, Reinhard said, “Slavery has been outlawed for centuries.”

“Perfect, so it'll just be a happy little romp? A silly little fluff series? Slice of life?” Reinhard shrugged; he knew all of those words just not in that order. “What do I have to do?”

Reinhard took his hand.

Back in the real world, Subaru groaned, hands over his face. He sat up, pointing an accusatory finger at Reinhard, "For your information, Rein-rein, this world is not a fluff fest."