[ What he wouldn't give to know. To know why Contractors happened to begin with. Why they were affected and not anyone else. Ten years isn't that long in the grand scheme of things, but research wasn't making quick enough progress to be of any use. Not to mention that all of the time spent had seemingly been to figure out how to get rid of all of the unwanted "monsters". Both Dolls and Contractors alike. Part of him feels angry, that distant level of frustration with the situation that he'd left behind back home.
He'd taken down one of those responsible, and he knows that it had worked out on some level. Misaki had told him it'd smoothed over, for the most part. Decade's death was the first domino in the line, a spark to light a long fuse that resulted in BK201 shutting down the particle generator. It's ironic, the infamous Black Reaper was the one to save all of them.
Still, for all he knows these things had been resolved in some way, he knows it's not done. Years of secrets and hiding and fear needed to be undone. People would take even more time to unlearn what they believed to be true of Contractors. It's not like their fears are misplaced, either. He'd gone and murdered five people in cold blood before he'd come to the CDC. Who's to say he or anyone like him would stop at that? ]
And sometimes, they do. Without explanation.
[ The lack of logic is staggering. It rubs him the wrong way entirely, mind balking at the lack of reason. But he couldn't give it anything. No one knew why the gates appeared. He watches Eren struggle with the idea and briefly, he wishes he felt enough to let it show. As it is, he doesn't even think his pulse has gone up. (But, to anyone looking, he's more tense, the lines of his mouth drawing downwards, eyes tense at the corners). ]
Maybe there is. Maybe there isn't. At this point, does it even matter? I've been given powers that'll help my survival here, as well as the higher chance of my world continuing to exist.
[ Someone's used him since he became like this. And here, they're pointing him like a weapon. ]
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He'd taken down one of those responsible, and he knows that it had worked out on some level. Misaki had told him it'd smoothed over, for the most part. Decade's death was the first domino in the line, a spark to light a long fuse that resulted in BK201 shutting down the particle generator. It's ironic, the infamous Black Reaper was the one to save all of them.
Still, for all he knows these things had been resolved in some way, he knows it's not done. Years of secrets and hiding and fear needed to be undone. People would take even more time to unlearn what they believed to be true of Contractors. It's not like their fears are misplaced, either. He'd gone and murdered five people in cold blood before he'd come to the CDC. Who's to say he or anyone like him would stop at that? ]
And sometimes, they do. Without explanation.
[ The lack of logic is staggering. It rubs him the wrong way entirely, mind balking at the lack of reason. But he couldn't give it anything. No one knew why the gates appeared. He watches Eren struggle with the idea and briefly, he wishes he felt enough to let it show. As it is, he doesn't even think his pulse has gone up. (But, to anyone looking, he's more tense, the lines of his mouth drawing downwards, eyes tense at the corners). ]
Maybe there is. Maybe there isn't. At this point, does it even matter? I've been given powers that'll help my survival here, as well as the higher chance of my world continuing to exist.
[ Someone's used him since he became like this. And here, they're pointing him like a weapon. ]