What goes on in my mind..

Whatever you do. Do not look at the media in this chapter.

Just don't even look.

*cries eyes out*

Headcannon: Falling Apart

Jean wasn't the same after that fateful day, he had all but lost his will to survive. Each night, before going to sleep, the images of Marcos face smiling at him, flashed across his mind. Memories of back when they where just training to be cadets, jesting and joking. And then the horror, seeing half of him on the street side, pale and barely recognizable. Jean was the one to lift up his limp figure, distraught with sorrow and grief as he carried the cold corpse to the fire pits. Whenever a person asked to help, he would wave them off, without words, untrusting of his own voice. It was all he could do to keep himself together. From falling apart.

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*breaks down again*