Who: Reiner and Mikasa Where: The bar When: Now What: Calling of a truce Warnings: Possible AOT spoilers, TBD Status: Complete
There was little use in postponing the inevitable, or so he thought that Bertolt would advise him. If not he imagined he'd keep him on track to remind him of who he was supposed to be. Whoever that was anymore. That at least would be easier and he'd know what he was supposed to do. If he could be completely honest he'd have said he didn't know if any of this was real and that at the same time it had to be, because he couldn't have imagined all of this. Things in his mind, from the time he had come from were jumbled and confused with mixed feelings of thoughts and impressions. The only thing he knew for certain was that it came at a great cost.
And now he was waiting to meet Mikasa, in a bar, to talk. He liked to think he knew how the conversation would go, good or bad, and that much was comforting. It was something to anchor his thoughts to, to keep things clear. At least she had come to him with some blunt truths and that he could trust in. He didn't expect any better and it could have been far worse.
So he sat and waited, opting not to drink but just to wait. It was an odd choice of place to meet, but one he knew that was social, likely to be filled with some people coming and going, given it's connection had been brought up twice. It was smarter, and while a truce was a truce, neutral open ground was safer.