it takes a second for him to process, but once he realizes it's "die" as in "I died," his eyes widen in horror. he looks up at Falco, and it's not the kind of horror usually on people's faces when they see a titan—the expression he's seen on countless dead bodies.
it's more like an apology. ]
What... how?
[ he's not sure how Falco can answer with such limited means of communication, but he can't stop himself from asking anyway. regardless of the answer, how could they have let this happen? what the fuck is the point of all of his supposed strength if he can't even prevent a kid from dying?
he doesn't miss Erwin's thoughts about the possibility of using his blood—and he would readily offer it if so—but for the moment, he's not thinking clearly. it's all guilt and anger. ]
no subject
oh, hell no.
it takes a second for him to process, but once he realizes it's "die" as in "I died," his eyes widen in horror. he looks up at Falco, and it's not the kind of horror usually on people's faces when they see a titan—the expression he's seen on countless dead bodies.
it's more like an apology. ]
What... how?
[ he's not sure how Falco can answer with such limited means of communication, but he can't stop himself from asking anyway. regardless of the answer, how could they have let this happen? what the fuck is the point of all of his supposed strength if he can't even prevent a kid from dying?
he doesn't miss Erwin's thoughts about the possibility of using his blood—and he would readily offer it if so—but for the moment, he's not thinking clearly. it's all guilt and anger. ]