[these things that fly from Eren are things she can only guess at before her own body ends up absorbing them without her even wanting to. she's concerned at first that he has her strength—not something that she wants others not to have but something that she never, ever wants to lose—but when it hits her that he's gripping her shoulders, her first instinct, more than anything else, is to wrench herself out of his grasp.]
[she doesn't have her muscles anymore (she doesn't have anything afforded to her by Retrospec except her eyes and hair and lack of humanity and without the strength what does it matter) so she can't get far along that path, even though she's. uncomfortable. getting angry about it? she's not sure. her eyes go wide when she realizes just how weak she feels, though; she hates it, but not in a violent, outward way. good news, Eren.]
Let go! [and she sounds insecure in ways that aren't brand new to her but might as well be.] I don't want them, I want mine back! How do we fix it?
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[she doesn't have her muscles anymore (she doesn't have anything afforded to her by Retrospec except her eyes and hair and lack of humanity and without the strength what does it matter) so she can't get far along that path, even though she's. uncomfortable. getting angry about it? she's not sure. her eyes go wide when she realizes just how weak she feels, though; she hates it, but not in a violent, outward way. good news, Eren.]
Let go! [and she sounds insecure in ways that aren't brand new to her but might as well be.] I don't want them, I want mine back! How do we fix it?