[ Drugs as a way out. It's one way - but a luxury. Drugs take resources, too. Wasting resources on those fated to die, too far beyond helping...
Annie keeps her expression neutral. Battlefields are different now? They'd always been different. How different from the ones before the Titans, she doesn't know. Different from ones after...?
What an equally impossible statement. ]
Are they? How strange...
[ But what, exactly, is strange? The waste? The carnage? The uselessness? That people grant final moments to those suffering through pain they can't contain?
No. Just strange that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Fight hard to save lives, wish you could die to stop the pain. Find no one willing to help you, or finding too many willing hands.
But that's a digression. Saving lives against Titans meant stopping the bleeding before someone bled out. Picking them up if knocked out. Strapping them to saddles and running for Hell. Mercy is a shot in the face for someone about to be devoured.
No one earns mercy. No one has the time. ]
The pound being another word for dog shelters?
[ Not really a verification, but something she says for the sake of drawing her own connections. What else he asks... that grabs her attention. Not with anything startling - Annie doesn't flinch, or start, or do much more than blink - but that blink is one that has her focusing her attention fully on the tiny, inadequate screen. ]
That's blunt of you. [ A small sense of admonishment; manners. Have a little manners. ] People are people. It hasn't been surprising to learn that humanity acts in familiar ways here as back home... and I am human.
[ I'm a Titan. ]
Not a righteous one, nor a very good one, but people like me... we're still human, aren't we? Even if we're just the sort to go along with the flow.
[ Human, down to the blood she bleeds and the tears she cries. Titan, from below the knees to where her skinless face touches the sky. They're the same thing.
but i wanted to grow up monet
Annie keeps her expression neutral. Battlefields are different now? They'd always been different. How different from the ones before the Titans, she doesn't know. Different from ones after...?
What an equally impossible statement. ]
Are they? How strange...
[ But what, exactly, is strange? The waste? The carnage? The uselessness? That people grant final moments to those suffering through pain they can't contain?
No. Just strange that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Fight hard to save lives, wish you could die to stop the pain. Find no one willing to help you, or finding too many willing hands.
But that's a digression. Saving lives against Titans meant stopping the bleeding before someone bled out. Picking them up if knocked out. Strapping them to saddles and running for Hell. Mercy is a shot in the face for someone about to be devoured.
No one earns mercy. No one has the time. ]
The pound being another word for dog shelters?
[ Not really a verification, but something she says for the sake of drawing her own connections. What else he asks... that grabs her attention. Not with anything startling - Annie doesn't flinch, or start, or do much more than blink - but that blink is one that has her focusing her attention fully on the tiny, inadequate screen. ]
That's blunt of you. [ A small sense of admonishment; manners. Have a little manners. ] People are people. It hasn't been surprising to learn that humanity acts in familiar ways here as back home... and I am human.
[ I'm a Titan. ]
Not a righteous one, nor a very good one, but people like me... we're still human, aren't we? Even if we're just the sort to go along with the flow.
[ Human, down to the blood she bleeds and the tears she cries. Titan, from below the knees to where her skinless face touches the sky. They're the same thing.
They're the same damn thing. ]