Reiner had always been cautious, fully aware of the weight of his dual life as a spy on Paradis and a true warrior of Marley. Everything had gone according to plan so far, and he genuinely believed Eldians were nothing but the spawn of the devil. Then he met you, and everything unraveled. How could he have let this happen?

"No," he muttered, shaking his head, his hands gripping the edge of the table. Reiner was always the responsible one, so when he heard during the Corps meeting that you were to be sent on a dangerous mission outside the walls, a knot formed in his stomach. He tried to convince himself it was just common sense speaking, but deep down, he knew it was worry for you.

"I don't think it's a good idea. We should consider another plan," he finished, much calmer. He had to find a way to sabotage the mission somehow.