Veta is last to go, her fine features twisted in disgust and rage as she glares at Jean, at Reiner, at Jean again. "If you do anything to hurt her," she threatens, or tries to. "You'll deal with the consequences," Jean returns coldly. "You brought this to our door, Veta. Don't make it worse, now." Furious, spitting, she steps away. Jean watches her disappear in the treeline before he maneuvers the mayor around, walks her to and up the stairs with caution and the knife still at her throat. He doesn't look at Reiner on his way in. The moment the door closes on the three of them, Jean releases the mayor from his grasp, and puts the knife down on a table. "This wasn't part of our agreement, Madam Mayor." They had an instructor, back in training, who'd masted the tactic of 'I'm not angry I'm disappointed' to the extent that it even worked on Annie; right now, Jean reminds him of that man. "Take a seat. Would you like some tea?" "With a dash of moonshine," she says, taking the offered seat as she rubs her throat gingerly. The blade didn't cut skin, but left an indent.

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"We don't know for sure that Willy Tybur is the Warhammer. In fact there's a high likelihood he isn't." Yeah. Too important as a politician, as a strategist, to be disposed of after thirteen years. You don't give your general the power that's also a death sentence, Connie was right about that one. "Who, then?" Armin pauses in the middle of reloading, turns wide blue eyes on him before shaking his head. "There's no way to be sure." Fuck, he's exhausting sometimes. Given the traditional turnover rate of the Scouts, it's not unlikely that Jean will make it high enough up the ranks in the next nine years to have Armin as an official advisor; hopefully by that time he'll have learned to trust himself. For now, having just discharged his weapon, Jean points it at Armin. "Gun to your head?" "Threatening me isn't going to--" "Fine. Say if you don't get it right, you die. If you don't answer, Mikasa dies." Armin scoffs. "You and whose army? Lara Tybur, then." He frowns."I didn't think you'd be so willing to sacrifice Mikasa." Jean isn't. Of course he isn't, this was a hypothetical and Mikasa is one of *his*, wrapped in every one of his inner circles except for blood family. But he gets Armin's point, his observation. Jean isn't willing to sacrifice her, but that's not because she's *Mikasa*. Who hangs on to a crush for seven years with no reciprocation, or even acknowledgement? There's only so far the stubborness of not losing to Eren can take him.

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"He's the Armored Titan!" Veta shrieks, breaking into the bubble of apparent calm Jean had been drawing the mayor into. He turns to her. "Now that's just stupid." "He is," Veta insist, furious. "He admitted to it!" "Oh, sure. Reiner here is the current wielder of the Armored Titan, I'm not claiming otherwise." Jean takes another step forward, and the armed villagers surge forward, only interrupted when the mayor thrusts out a hand to stop them. "Which is why this is profoundly stupid," Jean continues as if he hasn't noticed. "Last I read about the Armored Titan, it took the combined might of the Mid-East Allied Forces to fail to kill him. And you think your pitchforks will do you any good? Moreover, give him a papercut and a couple of seconds and he can turn into a fifteen meters tall titan that would take even less time to finish off those of you who didn't die from the transformation itself." "He's not the Colossal!" someone claims from the relative safety of the back row. Reiner doesn't need to see Jean's face to know he's rolling his eyes. "At this range it really wouldn't make a difference," he points out. "Then it'll kill you too," Veta snarls.

"You know, I really thought you liked me." Jean sighs. "So I'm the leverage, then?" "Before you arrived, he was about to agree to follow us as long as we left you alone," the mayor confirms. "I'm sure he was," Jean dismisses. "So you people came here for a monster, counting on him being human enough to let you, ah, 'enact justice' as long as I was spared? That has to be the shittiest strategy I've ever heard, and I was in training with Connie Springer." None of those people would know who Connie is; Reiner is the only one who has to stifle a snort. "More importantly," Jean adds, all nonchalance -- and then he *moves.* The cadet Reiner trained with never made more than the bare minimum effort in disciplines that didn't count for the final grades; this, of course, included hand-to-hand combat. But the Scout Reiner barely knew had to fight other humans for survival. He trained. He learned. And in the blink of an eye he has the mayor pulled to his chest, a knife at her throat that he grabbed from her lax fingers. "He thinks I've forgotten, but some time ago, I promised him I'd be the one to kill him."

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really hope no one asks for my notes for this meeting

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