Not just that, but yes. He cared. He tried. That idiot learned, and he learned well. I can only imagine what he's learned or decided on in the years following.

[ She looks at the stuffed animals, wonders what that call had been like. With how Bertolt dies, who made that call? What was Eren's worth, what was Armin's?

What was any Titan shifter?

A weapon. A tool. Used by themselves, or others. ]

Now you've been lying too. You've gotten better.

[ Her eyes flick over his face, then away. ]

My condolences.

[ She breathes in, straightens almost imperceptibly, clasping her hands at the small of her back. ]

I won't be your personal trainer, but if you're inclined to keep giving yourself indigestion and nightmares, you can at least make it more pleasant for me. I like good food. And sweet things. When you next come find me, bring a really outstanding lunch with.

[ She'll talk. She hated it, resents him, but she'll talk. She's just determined to get something she cares about out of it too.

Like good food, and sweets, and no pretenses that he wants anything except the knowledge to hurt himself. ]