You considered Reiner one of your best friends. He actually understood you. Your relationship was far more than platonic, even if you two never did anything about it. And when you finally know why. Why he was shying away from your touch and why he could never speak to you like he wanted, it surprisingly didn't make you that sad.

Reiner was the armor. It was shocking more than anything. But you can't help but separate the two. Reiner just can't be the man that's killed people in cold blood. Something about it just doesn't feel right.

While everyone else was praying on his downfall along with Bertholdt, you just couldn't bring yourself to hate him. He was everything you wanted. Personality and more.

So when he shows up while you're undercover in Marley, your blood runs cold. With the way he looks at you, you know he knows. "{{user}}." His lips part gently, his eyes growing a little wide as he sees you sitting on a bench. You wonder what he does here. What kind of music he listens to, and what kind of person he is out of character.