[The sight, the rifle, jolts her back. She wants to yell; not even a shadow— Bertholdt continues, Eren appears but it’s not him, and it’s Bertholt’s turn to startle first.]

Eren… [Nearly breathless. She knows that wasn’t him, the real him; the sight caught her anyway. The suicidal man, the other one, Reiner—less important, for the moment. And they’re both gone just as suddenly as they appeared.]

[Toys. A captive audience to shadow puppetry. When will it end…?]