[ He can practically feel the frown fixed on his back, but it doesn't seem to faze him much. Two can play at the surly asshole game. His reply doesn't have the same heat to it, but there's an edge there, a nerve struck somewhere under his more grim disposition.
(It sounds a little like a threat, really. Not at Eren, but a promise to something out there.) ]
If that was my village, yeah.
[ In an instant. As many times as it took. Monsters, maniacs, dragons, demons, whatever—he didn't learn how to fight to make friends with them. Hence why he doesn't want to be too much of a bleeding heart about this, but his answer doesn't linger there for long. ]
no subject
(It sounds a little like a threat, really. Not at Eren, but a promise to something out there.) ]
If that was my village, yeah.
[ In an instant. As many times as it took. Monsters, maniacs, dragons, demons, whatever—he didn't learn how to fight to make friends with them. Hence why he doesn't want to be too much of a bleeding heart about this, but his answer doesn't linger there for long. ]
What kinda dragons do you have back home?