[Annie]

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A couple days have passed since my little conversation with Eren.

We started to spar again, and he really impressed me with how much he has improved.

I guess I have missed a lot.

I decided I would have lunch with Armin so he could fill me in on everything that went about while I was gone. Asking Armin was the best choice because he wouldn't leave out a detail and could remember almost everything.

"So, your a titan now?" My stomach ached a bit. I knew about Bertholt's death, I knew Armin had eaten him.

"...Yeah..." he responded looking at his plate.

"How does it feel?" I asked, his cheeks got a little pink. What could he be thinking?

"It feels normal for the most part, just painful when I have to change."

"Usually the transformation doesn't hurt." I rose a brow.

"The transformation doesn't hurt, but what I have to do after the fact, that's what hurts the most."

"Hm." I acknowledge his words. "All the killing. Yea. People like you are suited for that role."

He looked at me. "People like me?"

"Yea. Weak people." I stood up and left.

Bertholt was shy and quiet, but never felt any pain when it meant getting the job done.

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I made it to my room and started to clean up the mess I left. I'm usually clean, but Hitch's laziness had really grown on me. I wonder how she is.

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I went to the shower hall to get cleaned up, Mikasa told me earlier that there was something big happening tomorrow and that I'll need to be ready for it. I have no idea what's in store for tomorrow, but sure as hell wanna find out.

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As I cleaned my skin my mind drifted off. All the time spent in that cocoon really made life different. Everything tasted so sweet and I started to enjoy every bit of life.

Although it was nice to have familiar face welcome me, I will never be able to get over how much I've hurt them... hurt him...

Eren. How can you forgive me so easily? Have you forgotten what a monster I am? I'm a murderer, just as Mikasa had put it.

I fell to the ground and hugged my knees & let myself cry away my feelings.

I'm not welcome here. Who knows what's in store for tomorrow. They're probably going to use me.

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