[ you know, ymir could just play her dickhead card and say yes.. but as she stops to catch her breath from jogging, she changes her mind. after all the shit that's happened, they could both stand to be a bit more honest, maybe. god knows ymir hasn't been. ]
Dunno. Maybe it's better for both of them if you went and lived there.
[ she went to see jean too, you know, and she didn't like it. maybe she wants to do something, but she doesn't do the whole helping people thing. sorry eren, you're just kind of caught up in her being ineffectual and shit and trying to use eren in killing two birds with one stone. ]
Besides, that'd make it easier to not associate with a 'traitor' like me, right?
Having someone around to fight with is better than whatever the fuck he is right now.
[ and, you know, armin. but she doesn't really care about that part overmuch to say anything. besides, that last part is more interesting than talking about armin and eren.
ymir pauses a little, and her voice is quieter this time. ]
[ right, okay, that stings a lot. both of what he's saying and how he can say her name so casually. ymir doesn't talk about historia - she doesn't dare to even think about her most of the time, as if thinking about her will jinx something, put her in some kind of danger. and no wonder - in a place like this, with some machinery stuck inside her head, you never know if what you think would seep out and be picked up by someone else.
besides, thinking about it does something to her, makes her feel all strange, and she hates it. she can't afford that, in this place. not right now. not here.
but after the sting, ymir is back to her old prickly self, and that means she's starting to get annoyed. without another word to eren, she turns back, tracing her route back to the apartment and slamming the door open. if eren's still lazing around in the bed, she's just going to stride into the bedroom and try to grab him by the shoulder and pin him down under her. if he's out and about, it's much the same thing against the nearest vertical space. ]
[ Eren didn't expect her to physically come back to deal with him, but there she is in all her glory, pinning him to the bed and looking monstrously serious.
[ she glowers for a minute longer, before letting go and rolling off him, settling down heavily next to eren on the bed and bringing one of her knees up to her chest. ]
[ and she likes to keep it that way. being unpredictable proved to be an infinitely safer solution than being easy to read.
but right now, there's something she wants from him. so she's not going to make any more movements for now, just watching eren with steady, narrowed eyes. ]
She asked me. And I agreed. Why me, I don't know. But we've been talking a lot... and I understand Historia a lot more than I understood Krista. Historia... is someone I can support entirely.
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[ besides, since they bought another one she hasn't given another thought to it. ]
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You went to see him too, didn't you?
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[ she went to see jean too, you know, and she didn't like it. maybe she wants to do something, but she doesn't do the whole helping people thing. sorry eren, you're just kind of caught up in her being ineffectual and shit and trying to use eren in killing two birds with one stone. ]
Besides, that'd make it easier to not associate with a 'traitor' like me, right?
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I'm still on the fence about you. I have reasons to be.
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[ and, you know, armin. but she doesn't really care about that part overmuch to say anything. besides, that last part is more interesting than talking about armin and eren.
ymir pauses a little, and her voice is quieter this time. ]
Like what?
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If I'm leaving, then there's no point in telling you.
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besides, thinking about it does something to her, makes her feel all strange, and she hates it. she can't afford that, in this place. not right now. not here.
but after the sting, ymir is back to her old prickly self, and that means she's starting to get annoyed. without another word to eren, she turns back, tracing her route back to the apartment and slamming the door open. if eren's still lazing around in the bed, she's just going to stride into the bedroom and try to grab him by the shoulder and pin him down under her. if he's out and about, it's much the same thing against the nearest vertical space. ]
Yeah, I do.
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Alright. Get off me, then.
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First of all, she's okay. Figure I should get that out of the way first.
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but right now, there's something she wants from him. so she's not going to make any more movements for now, just watching eren with steady, narrowed eyes. ]
Right.
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She wants me to help get you back, basically.
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And she asked you? Like you aren't exactly what they want?
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You too. You're an idiot.
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[ despite the hardness of the words (and the way they're spat out), ymir's shoulders remain slumped, and her brows draw together. ]
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