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when she cracks the silence between them, it almost surprises him, as if he's forgotten what it's like, as if he's forgotten the way her voice sounds ( not that he could ). " i didn't need to talk to you, annie. [ … ] i talked to you because i wanted to. " his face grows warm suddenly, gaze wavering from her, flickering downcast with an uncertainty he's tried futilely to shed for ages, fingers pressing hard into his palm at his side. maybe his words aren't exactly the truth, either, because maybe this entire time, he was just as a͟l͟o͟n͟e͟ as she was, calcified between the isolation of the disintegrating bonds between his friends and the gnawing knowing that he's alive when he shouldn't be. even annie could have killed him, the day she'd pulled back the hood of his uniform and decided — for one reason or another — to let him go. maybe it's the same reason why armin keeps coming back to her.

“ ... is that so. ” She too diverts her gaze, lips pulling into a deep frown; uncertainty in the reassurance he gives, AWKWARD with how it takes her off-guard. It's almost strange to hear her own voice react to his words. Annie often kept to herself as it was ... but, he'd spoken to her for a long time, and she unable to respond. Oh yeah. The very last time they spoke, she had waged a gamble.

Annie understands his conflict. At some point, that line had been blurred for her as well. SHE NEVER CARED MUCH ABOUT IT. Growing up, Annie supposed she wouldn't bat an eye if the world ended. She had little care for the lives of others and barely much for her own. That all changed. That fateful mission. The operation that threw them all into hell.

“ Then, that's what you've decided, is it Armin? ” She met his gaze again, watches the way he looks at her. WHY? Because he's a good person? He once told her that wasn't the case. Honestly, back then, she's not sure what was the truth, and what were just lies to try manipulate her into trusting his intentions. They often had that same conversation, hadn't they? Armin was an abnormality to her. It takes her by surprise again and again. It messes with her defenses. She could never work him out.

But why stop there? Why not list everyone? Trost is destroyed. Even if there were no civilian casualties, the soldiers that died were children. Someone cradled them. Someone kissed them when they cried. And now they're dead and it is his fault. And he hoards the blame, he does. He gluts himself on his own guilt, flagellates himself until he so stuffed with blood that he can't speak. Like that makes it better.

"No..." He mumbles, mechanically. "I was never this close before."

What a pathetic thing to say, what a cop-out. And Annie knows. He's always had the privilege of distance. What does the Colossus care who dies beneath his feet? He can't even see them. Bertholdt remembers the intoxication of it, utter detachment. He swatted at soldiers, at his friends, like they were flies. And Eren... If he hadn't moved quickly enough, Bertholdt is certain he would have crushed him without hesitation in his grip. He is not himself when he is resting in the nape of a god. Or he is more himself than any other time. Neither option puts him at ease.

The breach was sealed, MEMBERS OF THE SCOUTS flooded the area, and all of them were under observation; they wanted accounts, and not just for what transpired with the titans. That damn Eren. Who would have ever thought- it was bad. Too much could get out. Their own identities at jeopardy and she knew they'd have to take a risk.

“ Seriously, you're asking me? ” ANNIE CAN BARELY KEEP HERSELF TOGETHER. She wants to go home. From the very begining, from the moment this operation went to shit, she never wanted to continue. What orders were they following anymore? Left to their own accord, their acting 'leader' a complete mess who should never have taken charge. But hell, even now, she needs him to make the decision. They are lost. No one else to rely on. Their very survival dependent on each other. But then, when it came down to it, weren't they also at odds- with Reiner how he was ... with everything that happened-

“ Assholes ... why couldn't you keep your mouths shut. ” Would she ever get that image out her head? How many must have looked at her like that, in such despair, pleading for their lives ... god, Marco. More blood would be on her hands. More 'comrades' to kill. Teeth grit, the stinging in her eyes forcing them to close.

NIGHTFALL [ ˈnaɪt.fɔːl ] [ noun ]: the onset of night; dusk.

❝ The absurd hero's refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion. ❞

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. a levi ackerman rp blog from snk. featuring modern / reincarnation verses, au verses, and verses from multiple fandoms such as arcane, spn, bnha, bsd, kny & more | penned by reina

a study in: war, heroism, becoming a servant in another man's purpose, unconditional love, mentorship, discovering the light when having only known the night