#blamingxthexworld

[freckledangelmarco]

"I have my reasons and they're not important. Anyway, I really am sorry." She didn't sit down beside him, only shifted her weight from foot to foot. In all honesty, she didn't know why she chose Marco's gear to steal. It was the most convenient. Annie kept silent, unable to find any more words, donning her usual mask of indifference.

"Not important!?" That made Marco sit up a little and glare at Annie, shaking his head just slightly and now not caring so much that she could see his ruined face. After what she’d done to him he thought the least she could do if she had the guts to come and apologise was give him a reason. He narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, you’re sorry. Great. I nearly die and you’re sorry, so I guess that makes everything okay again." Marco was really upset about more than his own life. He cared much more that because of her others had died too. Because he hadn’t been there to help. His squad had been left without their leader and knowing those who hadn’t made it through the fight made him feel sick to think on. Then there was the hurt others had gone through on his behalf. 

"You own me an explanation. Hell Annie, you owe us all one for the people who died back there."

[freckledangelmarco]

Annie stared up at Marco, arms crossed, her usual expression of boredom replaced with sincerity. "I think you deserve an apology," she said quietly but firmly. "Sorry." She looked away, rubbing her upper arm absentmindedly and waiting for his response.

Marco just looked at the girl from where he was sat on his bed in the barracks. “You’re not supposed to be in here,” he said and turned away, hiding the side of himself that he was ashamed to show and swallowed hard. He’d been told that it was Annie that had taken his gear and he still didn’t know what to do with that information, because no-one knew why. He wasn’t about to go at her in anger, that wasn’t his style, but he looked up with a hard expression. “Why?”

[jeannikitakirschtein]

"The last few days have kicked my ass."

"Yeah, mine too..." He panted, bent in half and resting hands on his knees as he tried to even out his breath a little. They just ran well over 20 miles in full equipment, fourth day in a row, and Jean was beginning to think that their instructor didn't plan to train them but to kill them.

"Jeez, I just want a fucking break..."

[bloodstainedhandsbertl-blog]

"It's no problem. Someone's got to stick up for you if you won't do it yourself." She laid a hand on his shoulder, looking up into his eyes. "And you're not a monster."

Bertholdt shook his head, "Annie you know I am a monster. There is no way in getting around that fact." He sighed, "They told the truth..."

[bloodstainedhandsbertl-blog]

Annie frowned, clenching her fists as the words rang through her ears. She stormed up to the two, hooking her leg around the offender's knee and jerking it back quickly, causing them to fall to the ground. "He's ten times a better person than you," she growled. "I'd advise you to shut up before I get angry." Turning to her friend, she added, "This idiot has no clue what they're talking about."

Bertholdt stared down at the ground, "They're right you know..."He said quietly, "You know just as well, I am a monster. There is not denying it." Slowly he looked up, "I...I do thank you for defending me, Annie..."

[bloodstainedhandsbertl-blog]

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Bertholdt was never really all too close to Reiner as a child. Reiner mostly hung around Berik, Bertholdt older brother. Often time, Bertholdt tagged along on their adventures cause he wanted to hang around his cool older brother and his best friend.