Date: 2014-07-23 06:45 pm (UTC)
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Bertolt doesn't mean to worry to much about him, but over the weeks he's started to view Connie as a little brother of sorts. It's definitely what Berwick would've done. "...Just between you and me, I used to be like that - set in my own ways, I mean. Before Reiner and I met Marco and Jean, it used to just be four of us. Reiner, Annie, Berwick, and myself. We..." He frowns softly, his stomach starting to drop as he starts to pick through his words. "We ended up losing Berwick and getting separated from Annie. After that, it was just the two of us for what felt like years to me. When we found Freckles and Ponyboy Kirschstein, I was terrified that they'd turn on us like other groups did to people."

Like what people did to lone soldiers or a small group of injured and weak ones.

"They didn't, but it took me a long time to stop looking over my shoulder so much. It's hard trying to adapt in this world but we look out for our own. You're one of us." Whether Connie likes it or not, he's family in Bertolt's eyes. Maybe they never would've met before the outbreak, but that's in the past. Right here, right now, that's what they were to Bertolt. Until something made Reiner change his mind or someone hurt him, that's how it'd stay, no matter how uneasy he felt from time ot time.
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