Thank you, kind person - Shingeki No Kyojin/Attack on Titan

[my_martyrdom]

Mun, what do you mean someone gave us a present?

How can we thank them if we don't know who they are? It was so generous of them but does this also mean you'll make use of their generosity and find a, what were they, a game for me to play in?

We'll, let's keep looking and keep the memory of their generosity as a guidance.

I'd very much love to see everyone again, too. Not only everyone from the 104th but all the officers as well. Maybe in one of these "memes", as you call it, we'll be able to see them again. Please overcome your shyness to reply to others. The worst that can happen is they say no and that's okay. So let's give it our best.

Thank you, whoever you are. We both mean it so much.

Comments

[strongestcoward]

...Urgh! Your saccharine style makes my skin crawl. Say something cruel, already.

[Oh, look who has a face this time.]

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[my_martyrdom]

Eeh? Why would I saw something cruel?

* At least his disposition was familiarized by now but it's nice to see a face. It makes things easier to read. *

Hmm...Okay, let's see.

Your hair is ugly!---

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[my_martyrdom]

I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!

I promise! I'm so sorry!

[strongestcoward]

...W-what?

[Oh.

He's kinda wibbling now.]

You... You do mean it! You do!

[And vainly attempting to hold back tears.]

[my_martyrdom]

N-No! I didn't mean it at all!

I'm sorry I can't say it enough! I-I have no reason to be cruel towards you at all! * Panicking at the moment. *

[strongestcoward]

But you thought it, how else could you say it? My beautiful hair with the proof of my status, you think it's disgusting and foul! There's a limit to cruelty!

[Excuse him whilst he sobs into his hands.]

[my_martyrdom]

W-What? Your hair is proof of your status?

What- is your status if I may ask? I never knew hair was that significant.

[strongestcoward]

Of course it is! Do you think this is some trick achieved by dye or something? When a 'fragment' reaches their maturity and can be called a God, the symbols in their hair are completed! These eyes in my hair are evidence I am complete!

[He removes his hands from his face, fingers flipping his hair a bit.]

Don't say mean things about my hair!

[my_martyrdom]

Well, I didn't mean it! You pressured me to say something mean even though I didn't want to or even MEAN it. So, your hair is nice, darnit!

[strongestcoward]

... You're being too nice again.

[my_martyrdom]

And look what happened when I tried to pretend to be not nice. It's just who I am.

[strongestcoward]

... You're so scary... I don't get you at all, it terrifies me so much...

[my_martyrdom]

...Y-You're very confusing! I'm nice and that scares you? But when I said something I didn't mean you nearly cried your eyes out only to then to say you're terrified after I apologized.

And you conversed with me a bit last time. D-Do you want to be friends?

[strongestcoward]

[Oh, look at him break into a hefty sweat and dart his eyes around like she said 'I'm gonna stab you' instead of 'do you want to be friends.']

Nice people... Are endlessly terrifying. All people posses the capacity to betray you, if they are kind or not. But ones like you with clear eyes and can't even say cruel things, they fool you the most... I don't want any friends. Friends are imaginary anyway, they're not real...

[Might be talking to himself. Might be talking to her.]

[my_martyrdom]

* Quick, she has to think of something to take his mind off of what he's talking about. Clearly he's suffered some trauma and that is something she knows all to well. Especially when living in a world where the biggest cause of death was being ripped apart and eaten for SPORT.

But friends... She has her friends and she was no saint nor Goddess as others had called her. She was guilty of hiding her own secrets.

She takes a breath to help clear her mind and relaxes herself before offering out her hand with a smile. *

My name is Christa. What's your name?

[strongestcoward]

[Asura essentially is trauma. Created from fear, his every thought is derived from fear and so is his every action. And it's all about trying to escape his fear.

Which he did by being a monster that ate people primarily for his own self satisfaction, because he'd never learned to lean on others for support.]

I...

[He stares at her hand for a moment, before reaching a finger out to prod her hand. Then recoiling like she's scalding hot.]

My name is... Asura.

[He offers his own hand now, shaking.]