[Uttering these words hoarsely, Minatsuki flinches at the sight of the corpse---and all she can do is stand there as Eren goes into a rising panic---which is sure to be followed by bristling rage. What can she do? She didn't know Armin. She didn't know Eren that well just yet.
Still---how the hell could this be? The kid was quite glaringly dead, but something doesn't add up. People who died here came back. How was a moot point, but they did.
So what exception was being made here? Minatsuki's mind races as she struggles to piece things together and as she watches Eren's emotions begin to reach a boiling point. What the fuck does she say? "It'll be alright?" No, because they weren't going to be. "He's in a better place?" That would just be insulting. "I'm sorry"? Apologies were worthless in situations like this.
Yet there's still that one inconsistency. As disturbing as this is, it's still too well-timed.
What if that's still not really Armin? What if the body is, in itself, a hoax, and the real Armin just found a way back home instead?
.....Perhaps she's the one being optimistic now, but...it would make a surprising amount of sense.]
Hey.
[Minatsuki kneels down next to Eren, lightly putting a hand on his shoulder. She'll keep that theory to herself for now---there was no use in throwing this poor guy into further turmoil, and spurring him to do something reckless. She's angry for him---this is a hell of a way to be dicked around---but she had to watch his back, too, not just cover it.
Just as he'd done for her.]
These fuckheads won't get away with this.
[She shakes her head.]
They'll be the ones filling this fucking graveyard. If you're up for that, I got your back, Eren.
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[Uttering these words hoarsely, Minatsuki flinches at the sight of the corpse---and all she can do is stand there as Eren goes into a rising panic---which is sure to be followed by bristling rage. What can she do? She didn't know Armin. She didn't know Eren that well just yet.
Still---how the hell could this be? The kid was quite glaringly dead, but something doesn't add up. People who died here came back. How was a moot point, but they did.
So what exception was being made here? Minatsuki's mind races as she struggles to piece things together and as she watches Eren's emotions begin to reach a boiling point. What the fuck does she say? "It'll be alright?" No, because they weren't going to be. "He's in a better place?" That would just be insulting. "I'm sorry"? Apologies were worthless in situations like this.
Yet there's still that one inconsistency. As disturbing as this is, it's still too well-timed.
What if that's still not really Armin? What if the body is, in itself, a hoax, and the real Armin just found a way back home instead?
.....Perhaps she's the one being optimistic now, but...it would make a surprising amount of sense.]
Hey.
[Minatsuki kneels down next to Eren, lightly putting a hand on his shoulder. She'll keep that theory to herself for now---there was no use in throwing this poor guy into further turmoil, and spurring him to do something reckless. She's angry for him---this is a hell of a way to be dicked around---but she had to watch his back, too, not just cover it.
Just as he'd done for her.]
These fuckheads won't get away with this.
[She shakes her head.]
They'll be the ones filling this fucking graveyard. If you're up for that, I got your back, Eren.