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"'Cause you're scared, I ain't there?
Daddy's with you in your prayers.
No more crying, wipe them tears, daddy's here, no more nightmares."

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My entire body had been drained from it's ability to cry. You get tired after doing it for 4 hours straight.

My father had passed away 4 hours ago.

I was seated on the floor in a random house, in a random room, in a random area of Shiganshina. And my deceased father was on the bed in front of me.

I was curled up, hugging my knees and occasionally took glances up at my dead father.

I hadn't said a word to anyone since the decision that Armin would remain alive was made. All I had done was whispered a quick, "I'll take him somewhere." to Floch.

I was drowning in my thoughts.

Now that he's gone, what's my purpose with the Scouts? I had only joined to protect him.

And I didn't even get to tell him I love him back.

He told me to never have regrets. But I can still feel guilt, right?

I sighed and stood up.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to cry so fucking bad, but I couldn't. Not even if I wanted to.

All I could feel was self-loathing and the need for revenge. I wanted revenge. And I already had a hit list of who would pay for taking my father's life.

I had looked down at my father's body which was being covered with his Scout's cape. I sighed and took it off. He was drenched in his own blood and was completely pale. It was undeniable that he was dead.

I allowed my mind to take me back to the times where everything was okay. Where my father had saved me. When I first met Levi. Everything just came to me in the form of a pounding headache.

He'd always wipe my tears for me. But who's gonna do it now that he's not here.

"Suicidal bastard." I grumbled slightly, my voice still raspy and my eyes red from crying.

I emotionlessly removed his bolo tie and swapped out his Scout's cape for mine. I sighed as I threw his familiar smelling cape over myself. And I threw my own cape over his form.

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