I wasn't sure what to do with this one, haha. Kind of got lost. It's going in order of Bertholdt - Annie - Reiner.

Bertholdt - the style is more like a quiet, contemplating one.

Annie - I like to explore her inner turmoil, bouncing between quiet, like Bertholdt, and more emotionally driven, like Reiner.

Reiner - his will include more dialogue, more thoughts regarding the 104th trainees/other people, and written in a different style.

"Style" is just my own way of trying to change it up, I guess. Not truly a change, but just trying things out.

Disclaimer: I don't own BertReinerAnnie, and some of the dialogue is from chapters 46/47 (along the lines of what happened, anyway)

Cameo dialogue: Ymir and Eren!

I don't even know...

Three Warriors

xxx. choice .xxx

The sheets were cold, the mattresses thin and hard. The tossing and turning of the other trainees was the least of his worries — even though it was possible for Bertholdt to end up bowling him over at some point in the night. Jean snored often; he snored every day, actually. Eren woke up to a face full of dry saliva — "I do not drool, you horse face!" he claimed. Connie might as well have stayed up the whole night, because he chattered away even though no one listened.

He envied Marco and Millius and Franz and Samuel, because they seemed to sleep so soundly. Perhaps it was because they turned their backs to the world and tried to ignore the nightmares that flashed beneath their eyelids.

If they even had nightmares, that is.

Reiner was sure that every time Armin closed his eyes, the boy went to war. He was sure that though Eren appeared to be a fool at times, the emotion-driven boy was clenching his teeth and battling his own memories with nothing but his determination. During the day, if he looked hard enough, Reiner could spot the lethal blade hidden beneath Mikasa's apathetic gaze. A heart that held onto her loved ones, as if she believed that her overprotective concern would suffice.

Every now and then, Reiner would sit quietly at the table, chewing the abominable mash made of potatoes that Sasha hadn't tucked into her pockets. He appeared to brood, but he was honestly lost in an endless river of thought. Bertholdt would glance at him, concerned, but Reiner simply stuffed an overcooked baby carrot into his mouth and ruminated over his meal.

"Reiner," Bertholdt murmured softly, but Reiner ignored the taller boy because he was listening to Eren, Eren who was shaking as he dropped his spoon and claimed that he could kill all the titans.

What about the Armored Titan? Did you see that one? The one that broke Wall Maria.

I've heard about it, but it looked like a normal titan to me.

"Bertholdt, I can't decide if I like peas or carrots."

His dark-haired companion shifted uncomfortably, biting his lower lip. A bead of sweat slipped down his face.

I can't remember which one I am.

He pretended not to feel the anger radiating off of Eren's furiously quaking body. Pulses of pain rang through his head incessantly, relentless, lasting, heavy. He was exhausted.

"We don't have any water," Ymir stated blandly, looking rather unamused. But then again, Ymir always had that dry, sardonic expression on her face, and it didn't matter where or when or with whom or for what — Ymir would be Ymir, a stark contrast to the seething, brooding boy beside her.

"I know, but it's impossible to get any in this situation," Reiner replied, sighing. Ymir grumbled, but simply folded her arms.

The air was heavy, but heavy with what? Reiner wished they had some time to just unwind, to recollect — "We've been working continuously…ever since the titans appeared, we haven't had any food or drink…" — but he remained optimistic, as much as he could — "Fortunately, the wall wasn't broken. I'd really like to get some sleep now."

A wry chuckle as a hazy blanket settled over his shoulders, and he added, "I guess we can talk about promotions later. I think we definitely deserve it."

It was warm, but not uncomfortably so. Snug, like a pair of arms tenderly wrapped round him.

"We did well in a situation we knew little about. As soldiers, we deserve some recognition." Reiner nodded to himself. "Yeah, that'd be nice."

I'm going to kill you if you keep talking as if everything is fine!

"Reiner," Bertholdt interrupted.

But he couldn't feel anything, because the little blanket of snow that enveloped him was so fine, snowflakes crawling up the windowpanes on a cold day, and he couldn't see anything, couldn't feel, couldn't understand a thing. He didn't want to reach out.

Which one are you?

And everything hurt.

/chapter

I was trying to convey how he's confused by just randomly jumping from thing to thing. Sorry if it doesn't make sense, lol.

Also: episode 21 feels. *mourning* Rest in Peace, humanity's strongest squad.

(a friend just killed off all the characters in her story... Naruto, that is. *more feels*)

On a different note: wtf I hit tumblr post limit? THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED.

(I should've written my three essays...)