As Galliard collapses against him, Reiner gives up any pretense of this being anything other than an embrace. He can say he's just keeping Galliard upright—it's certainly true—but he could do that without wrapping an arm around Galliard's shoulders. He could do that without trembling, emotions burning with no place to go.
Except for into this: his hold on Galliard, tight as anything. Refusing to let him go again.
He didn't want to let Porco go in the first place. He'd screamed, unheard by anything save for his Titan. He hadn't even had time to grieve before…
"They're safe," he says, throat feeling choked but the words clear. "They're both safe. I promise."
Both safe. It didn't used to be that. It used to be all.
They lost so many of the kids. Zofia and Udo. Countless children in Liberio. Even Colt, who refused to leave his brother.
Fuck, does Galliard even know about Colt? Reiner squeezes tighter, resolving to say nothing unless asked. The Warrior Unit already broke apart one set of brothers; Porco doesn't need to know that another set has broken, too.
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Except for into this: his hold on Galliard, tight as anything. Refusing to let him go again.
He didn't want to let Porco go in the first place. He'd screamed, unheard by anything save for his Titan. He hadn't even had time to grieve before…
"They're safe," he says, throat feeling choked but the words clear. "They're both safe. I promise."
Both safe. It didn't used to be that. It used to be all.
They lost so many of the kids. Zofia and Udo. Countless children in Liberio. Even Colt, who refused to leave his brother.
Fuck, does Galliard even know about Colt? Reiner squeezes tighter, resolving to say nothing unless asked. The Warrior Unit already broke apart one set of brothers; Porco doesn't need to know that another set has broken, too.