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Porco rushed up to Reiner, grabbing his collar. "How could they choose a weakling like you?" Porco spat at Reiner.
Reiner tried to get out of Porco's hold, though Porco was stronger than him. Porco drew his arm back, ready to punch him, though he felt a hand on his shoulder that made him stop. He was prepared to glare at whoever it was, though when he saw it was (Y/n), he knew he messed up.
"Calm down Porco... he's not to blame for you not getting the Armored Titan." (Y/n) sighed, disappointment coating his voice.
"Then who is? Me?" He demanded; rage evident in his voice.
Marcel and (Y/n) both knew that he was, not only, angry, but he was also disappointed in himself.
"It's okay Porco." (Y/n) rubbed his shoulder, not wanting to make a commotion.
The others watched as Porco let go of Reiner's collar, the silence loud.
Porco gritted his teeth, "Why?" He asked, "Why was he chosen?" Porco looked up, his hazel eyes full of rage. "We all know you are the weakest! But they-" Porco glanced around at the rest of them, "-Just won't say it to your face!"
Reiner just smirked, "You say this, but I don't see you with a red armband." He flaunted, only making Porco's temper rise more.
"Okay, that's enough." Marcel stepped in, "It's late, and we are all tired. We have a long day coming." He sighed.
