Wounded
Is this too much to hope?
"They're going to feed Bertolt to one of them. They have serum," Reiner said.
Zeke cursed. "Yes, I saw."
Reiner didn't know whether he should dare – he was still just a torso, less of a human. Zeke could kill him. "We can't let them."
"We can't save him. You know he's been a disappointment anyway." Zeke's voice was colder than frost.
I don't mind it again, Reiner, but next time I might give your armor to someone else.
Reiner's eyes streamed. No, hold it in – I can't – be a good soldier and stand up for what's right! "I love him."
"What did you say." Zeke stared at the brat before him.
"I love him. Everything I've ever done has been for him. I fought you to save Annie because he's in love with Annie." Reiner felt separate from his broken body, as if he was floating above. In this moment, his love had united soldier and warrior and Bertolt was all that mattered.
"Even now he's healing me – I feel like a whole person again," gasped Reiner. The feeling was already fleeing.
Zeke laughed. "Do you know how many limbs you're missing?"
"I'm wounded but I've never been more whole!" yelled Reiner, growing angrier by the second. "Kill me and feed me to them like I fed Marco, just save him, Zeke, you bastard!"
"And while you're at it, change my mother back!" shouted another voice.
Connie.
The soldier swooped forward and grabbed Reiner by the shoulders. Maybe his idiocy had convinced him to save Reiner instead of killing Zeke, but if Captain Levi had heard Reiner's declaration of love, even he might have chosen likewise.
"And now we're going to save Bertolt and Sasha and everyone as vengeance," spat Connie.
"Well, this is amusing," muttered Zeke. Let Reiner go to his death.
Sasha.
"Take a barrel!" Reiner yelled then, and Zeke let out a howl as Connie, Reiner, and one of his medicine barrels disappeared from sight.