Warrior |J.Kirstein

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟷.𝟷𝟽

TW: Depression, PTSD, Suicide

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PARADIS YEAR 850
BATTLE OF TROST CONT.
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You and the rest of the group sat around after the Garrison had come in to find Eren being ripped out of the back of a titan.

They took Armin, Mikasa, and him somewhere for questioning after they argued with the soldiers that came to kill Eren.

When it came to the rest of you, the Garrison expected you all to be sent off to debrief with everyone after the attack.

Although, poor planning on their part for thinking that any of them were in the right mindset to have such a conversation after the travesty everyone witnessed.

You listened in as Connie told Krista and Ymir about what went down with your squads.

You were thankful to see their familiar faces walking along the line of soldiers before they stopped at your group for answers.

You remained silent in your seat, unable to process all the shit that went on in the last couple of hours. It seemed like everything was about to change from this point on.

How? You had no clue, but something bad definitely shifted and you didn't know if you were prepared for it.

"So you're saying that anyone who isn't here already...is...We'll you know", You heard Krista mutter quietly as they continued their conversation with connie.

Right. Those people were probably long dead by now. If you were still outside those walls, there was no surviving the horrors that plagued Trost.

"Yeah", He sighed looking down with a grim expression.

"What about Mikasa? Don't tell me she bit the dust as well", Ymir questioned looking around the group.

"She's fine, she made it in after the group me and Jean led", He answered causing both girls to let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey Jean", Ymir called out to the boy who sat with a sour look on his face, "Where in the hell is Mikasa?"

He stayed quiet as you looked down at his hands that held a strong grip on a glass bottle. You watched as his jaw clenched in agitation as he kept his gaze to the floor.

He's not looking too good...

"Hey talk to us", Connie pushed as the boy remained silent.

But it wasn't like he had a choice, after the Garrison found out what had happened everyone there was sentenced to a gag order.

You thought it was stupid, but if they found out any of you spilled the beans you'd face trial and death for going against the crowns wishes.

"Hey. What's wrong", They asked as he continued to take big gulps of whatever filled his bottle.

"I can't tell you. We've been slapped with a confidentiality order", he muttered darkly.

Both girls shot up instantly, "A confidentiality order? That's crazy."

"There's no way it's staying under wraps, though. The news is gonna spread across mankind like wildfire. Assuming mankind lasts long enough", Jean shrugged looking away with a soft scoff.

"So pessimistic", you chuckled leaning against the post in front of him.

"Says you, you're probably the most pessimistic person i've ever met", He argued turning his head away from you.