[He stops what he's doing at Reiner's next comment, his hands freezing where they are, and for a moment, the only sound in the bathroom is the pattering of water off the tiles near Bertolt's feet. Then, slowly, he starts washing again.]
She would.
[His voice is cautious, guarded; part of him wants to remind Reiner that they can't think like that anymore, that Sasha hates them now, just like everyone else, and it does him no good to think of her fondly. The other part of him wants to agree, and reminisce, and talk about better, simpler times.]
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[He stops what he's doing at Reiner's next comment, his hands freezing where they are, and for a moment, the only sound in the bathroom is the pattering of water off the tiles near Bertolt's feet. Then, slowly, he starts washing again.]
She would.
[His voice is cautious, guarded; part of him wants to remind Reiner that they can't think like that anymore, that Sasha hates them now, just like everyone else, and it does him no good to think of her fondly. The other part of him wants to agree, and reminisce, and talk about better, simpler times.]