The fourth maiden of Ymir [UNDER HEAVY REVISIONS/EDITING]

67

Sessions of bidding
Pathetic goodbyes.

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"Y/n! Wake up! This is all my fault! I should've been the one who's been shot! I should've been the one who died not her!"

The air of locality depressed into an absolute silence as sasha maintain the course of her self materializing meaningless particular auditory impressions that indicates gesticulations of pure melancholia. She continue to revived you as the legionnaire individuals still couldn't swallow the fierce turn of events.

"Stop...please stop it sasha... she's dead. There is nothing we can do about it..." connie uttered softly with no evident gesticulations of vibration in his vocal cords as he salivate to avoid being overheard considering how his dejected feeling illustrate certain superlative degree.

Meanwhile. Jean maintain clutching the strands of his chaotic hair. Holding himself not to shed any tears.

"H-How dare you cite the name of our deity! You devils!—d-dont touch me!"

"—-i oath the heavens to deprive your lives in the name of our deity's doctrines! I only killed few but don't you dare to undervalue our forces! We haven't lost yet! The will left by warchief zeke will be carried on by our comrades!..!"

"—you shitty brat! I'm gonna toss the two of you to hell! That's fine right?..!" Flock questioned conveying evident gestures of fierce outrage as he await without any of the misereres concerning jean's view of judgement.

"Will all this killing stop? If we throw them off from the sky?."

"—most importantly. Would y/n will ever want that?"

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The charcoal haired demoiselle emplaced herself in a certain seating position as she cast her weight onto the side of her beloved fellow's sepulture for support. She maintain the course of herself weeping as fierce nonacceptance leisurely reigning over the maiden.

Latterly. A certain silhouette divert her attention. Ascending her head. The maiden made certain visual contact with an anonymous youngster who's been keeping a certain alluring chrysanthenum in her hands for a while now. The maiden immediately audit the youngster's outward aspect as she sooner condone that she indeed couldn't pinpoint the individuality child.

"Big sister y/n always love white crysanthenum. Do you know that big sister mikasa?" The child questioned out of her inquisitive curiosity as her black caparison flew together with the morning breeze.

"No. I dont ." despite of mikasa's curiosity. She endeavored to keep herself in deep silence. Mikasa can pinpoint the evident dejected presence approaching from the youngster's sight as she indeed envy, How the youngster blanketed her oppressed feeling with an article clothing of joyous smile.

"I'm aqua vitae. Derjenige verdient's daughter."

Mikasa was taken back in a sudden realization. She looked the child as her eyes maintain extending its slope.

"Where's your adopted father?." Mikasa asked

"He died one year ago in a certain disease. I inherited his wealth after. Now i'm living alone in his residence."

"—when i was 9 years old. One year after that incident. Me, kaya and Big sister y/n would roam around the town, she would often teach us how to hunt and plant chrysanthenum flowers across the fields, i was very happy since that day, everything was perfect. She showed me that i was not alone...."