[ Belatedly, Reiner realizes that his choice of words may have come across as a threat. He shakes his head, already wishing that Pieck or Zeke were here to do this. ]
Nothing has come to a fight. [ Well… ] Jean punching me in the face a few times notwithstanding.
[ Not that Reiner sounds angry about that. Faintly resigned, at best.
His fingers flex on the table as he suppresses the urge to fidget, or maybe curl his hands into fists. It's beyond bizarre, hearing Hange use those terms so casually. It drives home how little information Reiner has about his enemy's intel. Ironic, that, since it used to be the other way around. ]
As for who I'm referring to: all of the above. Anyone from an Eldian internment zone. Anyone from Marley. Any Warrior or Warrior Candidate: Bertolt, Annie, Zeke Yeager, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, [ a hesitation, then, ] Marcel Galliard, et cetera.
no subject
Nothing has come to a fight. [ Well… ] Jean punching me in the face a few times notwithstanding.
[ Not that Reiner sounds angry about that. Faintly resigned, at best.
His fingers flex on the table as he suppresses the urge to fidget, or maybe curl his hands into fists. It's beyond bizarre, hearing Hange use those terms so casually. It drives home how little information Reiner has about his enemy's intel. Ironic, that, since it used to be the other way around. ]
As for who I'm referring to: all of the above. Anyone from an Eldian internment zone. Anyone from Marley. Any Warrior or Warrior Candidate: Bertolt, Annie, Zeke Yeager, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, [ a hesitation, then, ] Marcel Galliard, et cetera.