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[counterattacked]

[He grinds his teeth a little, knocks his head back against the hull of his rover in frustration where he's sitting. It matters. She's out of his reach back there either way, but he's never been one to give up easy. One is a bit more impossible to surmount than the other. (Even if she's here now—)]

I don't want that.

[Even after everything, he doesn't particularly want her dead, or suffering. Even now, here. He wanted to stop her, and he wanted to understand her. He didn't want to be in a position where he'd have to kill her. She put them there just as much as he did.

(And he could have killed her, then. Maybe he would have, if things had gone differently. He'd even wanted to, once. Desperately. In the forest, before he knew who it was he was facing. And that's terrible, but it's also true, and he knows it. He should just wholly hate her, it would be easier on both of them, but he can't.)]

FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org

is that why you're here?

[To be alive. Free, for a given value of it. When they recruit you, they ask you a question. And often they make you an offer, dangle a reward in front of your nose. Many, like Eren, are tricked into this with a half-truth. Or a flat out lie. Some people are more aware of what they're getting into.

So what did they say to Annie?]

[sweeptheleg]

[ Annie remembers her recruitment well, in part because it had been so damn surreal. Sometimes, she thinks she might be one of the very few that understood to some degree just what she was getting into.

She knows, at least, she's in the rarest group, though she's not sure how large it is. She is one of the absolute few that want to be here. She knows this just as truly as she recognizes that such people had to be the most loathsome.

And it's funny how even with that fact out there that this was the one place that, while being herself openly and as honestly as she's able, she is still considered somehow a member of humanity. ]

they gave me a job to do. i needed one.

they gave me a place. i don't have anywhere else i can be.

[ She can't even say 'home' anymore. Here, Armada gives her a chance and what she makes of it is entirely her own doing. For the first time in her life, she can make those decisions. It's the one reason that she didn't force herself to push past her selfish wants and end the Survey Corps as the opportunity arose. That mission was gone now, supplanted by her new tentative loyalties that existed only so far as a young woman trained to be a deep cover mole, saboteur, and murderer could develop them. ]