[ She says dryly, eyes keen and watching his hands on the gear. She doesn't even flick a glance up toward his face as she speaks, flitting memories of her father and thankless, unending training, of trying to be good enough, to meet his expectations, of bruises, contusions, bleeding feet and wrapped legs.
She tries not to think of him often, her father. Tries never to think of his apology to her, when things were too far gone to change. Tries not to think of Eren, through indirect extension, as he'd been the only one who'd helped pull those memories of the man who'd formed her to the forefront, even when she decried everything about him. Especially when she'd been so faithful to everything he taught her, everything that was, in many ways, so utterly pointless.
Her way of fighting was meant between people. She'd never needed to be a shifter for that. ]
Bruises heal. Cuts mend. I'll try not to break any ribs.
[ She's fantastic at reassurance, really, but hell, everyone's survived sparring with her. Bets remain unanswered as far as what her and Mikasa facing off would have looked like, on human ground.
... Bets are known for what it is that helped bring the Female Titan down. Mikasa, and her blades, and the fingers left lodged in the wall to disintegrate, and two feet on Annie's forehead, Fall. ]
If you're not used to it again after two years, I don't know that you ever will be.
[ Implying she'll get used to it again, because for a long time beforehand, she was used to dealing with aches and pains and sweat and blood like her father demanded. Now, remembering proper wound care... there's the kicker. ]
no subject
[ She says dryly, eyes keen and watching his hands on the gear. She doesn't even flick a glance up toward his face as she speaks, flitting memories of her father and thankless, unending training, of trying to be good enough, to meet his expectations, of bruises, contusions, bleeding feet and wrapped legs.
She tries not to think of him often, her father. Tries never to think of his apology to her, when things were too far gone to change. Tries not to think of Eren, through indirect extension, as he'd been the only one who'd helped pull those memories of the man who'd formed her to the forefront, even when she decried everything about him. Especially when she'd been so faithful to everything he taught her, everything that was, in many ways, so utterly pointless.
Her way of fighting was meant between people. She'd never needed to be a shifter for that. ]
Bruises heal. Cuts mend. I'll try not to break any ribs.
[ She's fantastic at reassurance, really, but hell, everyone's survived sparring with her. Bets remain unanswered as far as what her and Mikasa facing off would have looked like, on human ground.
... Bets are known for what it is that helped bring the Female Titan down. Mikasa, and her blades, and the fingers left lodged in the wall to disintegrate, and two feet on Annie's forehead, Fall. ]
If you're not used to it again after two years, I don't know that you ever will be.
[ Implying she'll get used to it again, because for a long time beforehand, she was used to dealing with aches and pains and sweat and blood like her father demanded. Now, remembering proper wound care... there's the kicker. ]