A short Reibert thing. Set around chapter 72 where Bert and Reiner were on the wall looking suspicious af.Â
I listened to this while writing. Â
Looking out over the remains of Shinganshina, Reiner felt oddly at peace. The calm before the storm as it were. The brief moment of quiet before the world went to shit one last time. All because of him. It was satisfying in a way to know Bertholdt and himself caused this, the upheaval of the human race. They deserved it. Â
Quiet footsteps approached from behind and Bertholdt was at his side, silent as always. Â His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, gnawing at the flesh, a sign of anxiety.
âYouâve got nothing to worry about. Iâll have them all killed before you even get there,â Reiner stated confidently.
âItâs not that,â Bertholdt glanced at the blonde, chewing becoming more insistent before he cast his gaze back out over the remains of the city. âI donât want anyone else to go through hell because of us.â
âMarco had it coming,â Reiner scoffed, âHe would have revealed our true identities. He was a liability. His death was inevitable.â
âWe end it today. One way or another, we end it. I donât⊠I donât want them to continue living in this disgusting world any longer than they have to.â
Reiner looked up at Bertholdt, anxiousness clawing its way into his heart. Bertholdt was always prone to bouts of guilt over everything heâs done. Marcoâs and Annieâs fates most of all. His guilt was unnecessary as neither deserved to be pitied; their fates were the result of their own foolishness.
Reiner leaned his forehead against Bertholdtâs shoulder, heaving in air only to let it all out in a resigned sigh. âWhatever happens, just remember that I love you. Whatever you do, Iâll still love you, okay? So stop with the guilt complex, itâs unnecessary.â
Bertholdt merely made an affirmative noise, gaze still trained on the horizon. The sunrise bathed the city in hues of orange and gold, the buildings silhouettes against the rejuvenating light. Theyâd survive this day, one way or another.
They parted reluctantly with lingering touches and longing in their eyes. They had to move out. The Survey Corps wouldnât wait for heartfelt farewell.
With Reiner about to climb into his hideout inside the wall, Bertholdt called out to him, halting the blondeâs moments before he disappeared.
âI love you,â Bertholdt called. It wasnât a goodbye. No, goodbyes were permanent and fickle things. It was a promise. A promise to return to one another, to make this world better.
To make it through this day.
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