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"If I cannot understand my friend's silence, I will never get to understand his words." Indie Bertholdt Hoover Roleplay blog

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[timid-warrior]

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「♠ ⸥ ⎯ They didn't know. They didn't recognize him. Didn't recognize the wolf trotting among the sheep, the path of bloody paw prints he left behind. Bertholdt pulled the hood of his cloak closer, trying to keep his face hidden and look like an ordinary citizen —a redundant action, though; his height still made him stand apart in a crowd.

'Why did I volunteer for this?' he questioned his sanity, since with each passing second, he could imagine the imaginary rope around his neck tightening a little. Sweat clung to his hands, and his throat was dry; each swallow felt like tiny razors prickling his gullet. 'Next time—'

The warrior’s heart stopped as his green eyes locked with a familiar face. Suddenly, he heard a sharp snap and felt his own neck break.

This was the end for him. They had found him.

[timid-warrior]

Eren kept reigning his punches down. There was not much he could do other than this. He was tempted to transform and eat Bertholdt, but that would likely not go over well with the guards and the Survey Corps at all. They needed the colossal titan. He knew that. Armin, his mom, so many others. Dead because of Bertholdt Hoover. Hatred filled his eyes as he continued to reign his fists down on Bertholdt from above. He was so angry, he could hardly see straight. Why god damn it!?! Why am I so valuable!?! Why is Bertholdt here!?! Is Reiner somewhere nearby? Eren's thoughts raced as he continued to punch Bertholdt, surprised he had busted Bertholdt open yet or made him somehow not transform. He paused and looked around at the crowd that was scattering. No other hooded people, no way Reiner would risk going to the underground to transform and risk killing Bertholdt, so the duo was completely alone. This was not something he expected, but he resumed his punching attack realizing he was in no immediate danger of another ride in Reiner's mouth while he was trying to lose and take down Bert, good. He kept throwing his fists down at him with a smirk on his face as he kept going down to town while he was continuing to destroy these guy, he would even want this guy to finally fall unconscious. "You are really just taking this huh? Are you a glutton for punishment!?!" Eren demanded to know as he started to reign down even harder with a snicker. "What's wrong? Don't have the balls to do what is needed to catch me? I know you can transform without the explosion, I have seen you do so three times before." He laughed as he kept going. This was pathetic. Bertholdt was doing nothing to achieve his goal. The mighty colossal titan, not able to fight back against him as he continued to pulverize this shifter. "Come on. You can do it, capture me." He laughed mechanically, increasing the strength of his punches as he kept punching him. This was almost too even. "This is almost too easy." He snickered as he kept going, having so much fun here.

「♠ ⸥ ⎯ Blood trickled down his sore throat; the taste of it made his stomach turn. The assault on his face cracked his cheekbones, broke his nose, and bruised the muscle tissue beneath his skin. Despite all the pain, he was unable to do anything else but stare at a distant point past Eren’s head.

The buildings and market stalls seemed so small all of a sudden—so far, far away from his position on the ground. Funny, there was a small crack on the wooden frame of a stall selling knick-knacks, something he would never have spotted if the other hadn’t swept him off his feet. Why was he thinking about something so insignificant? Eren was trying his best to force a last breath out of his lungs with his fists, and all his brain could focus on was that. A desperate laugh escaped him, which sounded more like a shrill whine due to his crushed vocal cords.

Electricity rushed along his muscles, calling for the Colossal Titan to appear; the air around them charged—yet Bertholdt throttled the urge to shift, the instinct to heal his injuries. Any sensation in his face had vanished a long time ago, the pain something he only vaguely took notice of—a well-known feeling. Eren’s knuckles felt like the rough soles of Marleyan soldiers, which reminded the devilspawn of his place in this forsaken world—beneath them, face-down in the dirt. His chubby cheeks swollen; blood, tears, and spit mixing on the ground as another kick hit his already bruised ribs. Bertholdt wanted the pain to stop, yearned to flee the beating, but his hands were bound, unable to escape this situation—for this was the place he was meant to be.

"You are really just taking this huh? Are you a glutton for punishment!?!"

Eren’s voice interrupted the memory. No, he wasn’t like Reiner. His day didn’t start with self-hatred, nor did it end with suicidal thoughts, continually on the run from his regrets. Bertholdt wasn’t allowed to repent for his sins—it would be selfish, insincere; since he had never chosen to commit those atrocities. Marley had placed the noose over his neck, had designated this burden for him. No, he wasn’t like Reiner. He had never had the freedom to choose to become a monster, and because of that, people got hurt. Too many of his loved ones had suffered because of his lack of agency. That was over now.

The tales Armin had shared about their childhood always pictured Eren as a ruffian, never shying away from a brawl and never giving up, despite how many times he had been beaten down by the older kids. A total hothead, constantly losing—the cuts and scratches would heal, and Eren would pick another fight again. Another area where their lives had been vastly different: Bertholdt had never had the luxury to lose a fight. No one gave a damn if some filthy devilchild got shot in the trenches or beaten to death for simply existing.

Green eyes met—one filled with hatred, the other overcome with deadly terror—resembling an animal backed into a corner. ‘Scratch. Bite. Defend yourself. Free yourself. Survive.’ Bertholdt heard himself yell in his head and began to lash out. It definitely wasn’t a pretty sight; Magath would be so disappointed in him, but it worked. Eren’s weight shifted a little as his fingers swiped at his eyes and mouth, clawing at anything he could reach, his legs struck the other’s body, and his muscles coiled to push the enemy off of him with all his might.

Steam started to rise from his wounds; Bertholdt wouldn’t and couldn’t surrender.

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「♠ ⸥ ⎯ They didn't know. They didn't recognize him. Didn't recognize the wolf trotting among the sheep, the path of bloody paw prints he left behind. Bertholdt pulled the hood of his cloak closer, trying to keep his face hidden and look like an ordinary citizen —a redundant action, though; his height still made him stand apart in a crowd.

'Why did I volunteer for this?' he questioned his sanity, since with each passing second, he could imagine the imaginary rope around his neck tightening a little. Sweat clung to his hands, and his throat was dry; each swallow felt like tiny razors prickling his gullet. 'Next time—'

The warrior’s heart stopped as his green eyes locked with a familiar face. Suddenly, he heard a sharp snap and felt his own neck break.

This was the end for him. They had found him.

[verratensduo]

It wasn’t often that Eren got to go out of the base. Let alone without half a dozen people around him. He loved everyone, but sometimes the boy needed a break. To just be him and not humanity’s last hope. To have a moment to be a normal teenager. He had been hoping to find things he liked, but what he did like was either too expensive, or things that he could not bring back to the base for various reasons.

He was surprised that the people of the town were actually letting him be. Maybe it is just because he hasn’t done anything that really makes him stand out aside from somehow survive three different kidnappings in the span of two or so months.

That is when he heard what sounded like a gasp and footsteps he had not realized where following him stop. How odd. He whipped around, and his eyes locked with a familiar face. One that he had hoped never to encounter alone. Bertholdt.

Oh no. Oh no no no. As much as he pretended to be ready to fight Reiner and Bertholdt, to kill them in as painful a way as possible…..but they terrified him. Being alone with them, his worst nightmare. He had his own sweat forming now. He managed to fight a gulp as the horror spread across his face.

Bertholdt. I could run, but I would not make it very far. Eren thought to himself as their eyes remained locked. But if I transform here…a lot of people get hurt.

This was far from ideal. Eren took a few deep breaths. He had only one choice. Even as the sweat was starting to appear in buckets on his own face. Maybe this is what Bertholdt always felt like, too late for being sentimental like that now though. It was time to act.

He took a deep breath, then charged at Bertholdt. He tried to get into a position that would allow him to knock Bertholdt easily to the ground as he had with Jean and Reiner’s Titan form before. From there he would figure something out.

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「♠ ⸥ ⎯ Bertholdt had the distinct feeling he was looking into a mirror, though he couldn’t understand why Eren would react to seeing him—that damn lackey—the same way he himself reacted to Eren. Shock consumed the other’s entire body; Bertholdt could see it clearly in his eyes. But the question remained: why?

Maybe bloodthirst wasn’t the only thing Eren harbored toward them. Perhaps, beneath all that burning desire for revenge, there was another emotion—namely, fear. But the moment he entertained the idea that their betrayal had stirred something deeper than hatred in that boy, he dismissed it. Eren was running toward him, not away.

He was taking action—something Bertholdt should’ve taken as an example—yet his feet stayed rooted to the ground. A decision had to be made, and decision-making was something the reluctant warrior despised. Still, watching as the other closed the distance between them.

First, he could transform fully—right here, right now—and kill everyone in the vicinity, including the current holder of both the Founding and Attack Titans. But that would unravel everything they’d spent weeks planning. Besides, Marley wouldn’t approve of him merely postponing their problem instead of eliminating it for good.

Second, he could partially transform. But that would instantly make him an easy target for Eren and any nearby soldiers. The Colossal Titan wasn’t exactly subtle—and certainly not built for a prolonged battle —unless the mission involved leaving no survivors.

Third, he could try to overwhelm Eren in hand-to-hand combat and drag him back to their hideout. But that was impossible—he wasn’t nearly as skilled as Reiner or Annie. He would lose.

He could take his own life, to prevent the Colossal Titan from falling into enemy hands—maybe Marley would commend his quick thinking, even in failure. But…

What would Reiner do? He would never have been caught in the first place. Annie would already know how to escape. She wouldn’t hesitate.

There was only one option left: threaten Eren with the possibility of transforming into the Colossal Titan and then flee—put as much distance between them as possible. His limbs felt heavy—heavy as the Titan inside him—as he pulled the knife from his pocket.

Yet before he could cut himself, Eren’s body crashed into him, slamming him to the ground.

'Bertholdt Hoover: great potential, but unable to pull through when the situation calls for it,' he heard a voice echo in his mind. And Bertholdt couldn’t help but agree, as the knife clattered to the ground.

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「♠ ⸥ ⎯ It was one of those days again—or, well, rather nights. Bertholdt's eyelids were heavy, and his body exhausted, yet sleep never came to him. Even worse, sweat clung to him like a second skin, despite the blanket already having been thrown to the ground. No matter how often he closed his eyes and tried to free his mind of any stray thoughts, he could never fall asleep. Even the loud snoring of his comrades, which usually was nothing but background noise, was getting on his nerves. His resolve to get some shuteye was broken when his bunkmate across from him started muttering in his sleep.

Quickly, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, grabbing a cloak and his boots on his way outside. If one of the patrolling soldiers questioned his nightly walk, he was going to go with the 'needing to use the bathroom' excuse—that had worked before.

Bertholdt welcomed the cold, fresh air of the night on his skin once he left the building, finally feeling like he could breathe again. A short walk around the base would surely do wonders for his insomnia.

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「♠ ⸥ ⎯ They had never been particularly close—who was he kidding, he wasn't close to anyone but Reiner. Bertholdt had never cared to know any of the others more than on a superficial level —Liar— yet… he didn't know how to finish his thought, didn't know how to justify his reasoning for approaching them.

No, his reasons for being here were simple and comprehensible. But what was less understandable was his decision to stand in the doorway for ten minutes like a fool, watching the other person rummage through various things, while the cut on his hand kept bleeding. Bertholdt had hoped the person would leave the cramped room sooner rather than later, so he could avoid any interaction with them, but he hadn't been so lucky.

'That's what you get for injuring yourself in front of an audience,' he grumbled in his head before clearing his throat. "Uhm, excuse me."

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「♠ ⸥ ⎯ They didn't know. They didn't recognize him. Didn't recognize the wolf trotting among the sheep, the path of bloody paw prints he left behind. Bertholdt pulled the hood of his cloak closer, trying to keep his face hidden and look like an ordinary citizen —a redundant action, though; his height still made him stand apart in a crowd.

'Why did I volunteer for this?' he questioned his sanity, since with each passing second, he could imagine the imaginary rope around his neck tightening a little. Sweat clung to his hands, and his throat was dry; each swallow felt like tiny razors prickling his gullet. 'Next time—'

The warrior’s heart stopped as his green eyes locked with a familiar face. Suddenly, he heard a sharp snap and felt his own neck break.

This was the end for him. They had found him.

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