✦ ━━━ WE ARE EACH OUR OWN DEVIL,
AND WE MAKE THIS WORLD
OUR HELL.
❝ 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄. 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋? ❞
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JEAN, REINER,ARMIN, AND SIMON'S squad had successfully escaped the wrath of the Female Titan. They found a safe spot to rest while Jean was whistling for his horse.
"How's your 3D Maneuver Gear looking, Armin?" Reiner asked while tying a bandage around his head.
"It's okay... The clasp released as intended, so it seems its not broken." Armin replied.
"I see... I'm glad to hear it. But what do we do? We only have two horses. If Jean's horse comes back, the four of us can move, but..." Reiner trailed off.
Jean stopped whistling. "Damn it, why? Reiner and Section Commander's horses returned, so why didn't mine?" He asked himself as he continued whistling.
"We can't stay here any longer. In the worst case, we'll have to leave someone here... But how would we decide who to leave? Armin, since he's wounded? Reiner, since he's big and would have trouble riding with someone else? Or should I run and try to find my horse?" Jean thinks to himself.
"Damn it!" Jean mumbled. "Why the hell do I have to think about this?! We all made it through that fight alive. This isn't fair..." He thought, whistling once more.
