At the outburst, Reiner's attention goes from Bertolt to Annie, mouth set in a line and his brows furrowing. It's not the first one of these outbursts he has witnessed, and he has a feeling it won't be the last one. What they had done is weighing heavily on her, too heavily, but for him to judge her for that would be an unfortunate tale of kettles and pots. At least she had always remembered who she was.
"Annie." His voice is soft, steady because he knows she needs him to be that right now. Which says all it does about the kind of situation they are in when they need the delusional guy to be the rock, but it is a role he still readily assumes. It's easier when he can shove his own guilt and inability down to the pit of his stomach to let it fester, so he can instead focus on theirs.
Shifting slightly, he reaches out, resting his hand on top of her head. "You're right, we don't. But we've already done too many things we didn't have a right to, stopping now won't make a difference." If only it did. If he could honestly convince himself that calling off their mission, calling it quits, could even come close to putting some right to what they had done, he would've done it. But it would not undo the thousands that had already died at their hands. It would not make the titans in the walls disappear, or the coordinate, or the needs of their people. They are still warriors, as unworthy as they are of that name, and warriors carry out their duties to the bitter (and it is oh so bitter) end.
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"Annie." His voice is soft, steady because he knows she needs him to be that right now. Which says all it does about the kind of situation they are in when they need the delusional guy to be the rock, but it is a role he still readily assumes. It's easier when he can shove his own guilt and inability down to the pit of his stomach to let it fester, so he can instead focus on theirs.
Shifting slightly, he reaches out, resting his hand on top of her head. "You're right, we don't. But we've already done too many things we didn't have a right to, stopping now won't make a difference." If only it did. If he could honestly convince himself that calling off their mission, calling it quits, could even come close to putting some right to what they had done, he would've done it. But it would not undo the thousands that had already died at their hands. It would not make the titans in the walls disappear, or the coordinate, or the needs of their people. They are still warriors, as unworthy as they are of that name, and warriors carry out their duties to the bitter (and it is oh so bitter) end.