A hint of a smile touches the corners of Reiner's lips, that wonderful, terrifying word making the spark in his eyes burn brighter. Maybe. A world of possibilities in that one word. Possibilities that are suddenly (if only potentially) so much vaster, stretching on for decades instead of a scant three/five more years.
Reiner doesn't know what to do with all that time. But maybe—maybe—they can figure it out together.
"Yeah," he says, returning Eren's squeeze. "Let's not test the dying part, though."
Don't die. Don't die like this. Okay. You stay alive too, Eren.
"I know those … giant flowers"—so fucking ridiculous!—"would bring us back. But we don't know what would happen to ou—"
BZZZZ!
Reiner jerks in surprise, his grip reflexively tightening. A second later, he scowls down at the stupid buzzing disc alerting them that their food is ready.
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Reiner doesn't know what to do with all that time. But maybe—maybe—they can figure it out together.
"Yeah," he says, returning Eren's squeeze. "Let's not test the dying part, though."
Don't die. Don't die like this.
Okay. You stay alive too, Eren.
"I know those … giant flowers"—so fucking ridiculous!—"would bring us back. But we don't know what would happen to ou—"
BZZZZ!
Reiner jerks in surprise, his grip reflexively tightening. A second later, he scowls down at the stupid buzzing disc alerting them that their food is ready.