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【𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍】
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THERE WAS AN EERIE SILENCE THAT FOLLOWED THE death of Himari Feuerbach. Her name echoed through the silent streets of Trost in the tone of Jean Kirstein's voice. The boy had dropped to his knees, legs buckling beneath him as he stared, wide-eyed and frozen.
Jean, with his hand still outstretched and his mouth open in a silent scream, could hardly comprehend what had just happened. His eyes frosted over with glassy tears that gathered at his waterline, yet blinked them back viciously before they could fall down his face. He didn't move, hell he wasn't even sure he could.
He drew his shaking hand to his chest, swallowing down bile in the back of his throat as three more titans made themselves present at Himari's death site. They'd been attracted to the noise - the exceedingly stupid beasts searching for nothing but the source of it, in the hopes of devouring it.
Jean could barely move, his body trembling with fright as Tom, a cadet with whom he had been on the same squad with, came flying over the roof behind him a moment later. Jean wanted to raise his hands and clap them over his ears when the sound of Tom's screams filled the air. His gas had run out and he'd plummeted to the floor in certain death. He died the same way Himari did, merely seconds later.
Tom's friend cried out in agony as he drew his swords at his side.
"Tom, I'll save you!"
"No..." Jean's voice was nothing but a whisper in the wind, an inaudible croak amongst the cries of pain that weighed heavy in the humid air. All Jean could do was watch as they died, one after another, one by one. His body felt cold, despite the vicious humidity that accompanied the warm rainfall and shivers wracked his body. The titan that had killed Himari sat in the very middle of the bloody massacre and Jean could have sworn that he saw nothing but victory in the cold, dead eyes of the murderous devil.
He'd killed her. He'd killed her father and now, he'd killed her too. He came back.
He'd come back for her.
The titan had become so befuddled with the soldiers that were practically throwing themselves at it, that he ignored Jean, still staring at it in terror on the same roof he'd watched Himari die on.
A painful sort of helplessness glued Jean to the spot. He felt stuck, completely and utterly stuck as he was forced to listen to the screams and cries of his fellow soldiers as they disappeared down the back of the titans' throats. He wanted to reach out, wanted to help. Wanted to prevent one more death. But he couldn't. He couldn't move.
What Jean hadn't heard was the cry that had fallen from Marco's lips as he stumbled backwards in disbelief. Sasha had to catch him, tears lining her eyes when they realised that they had been too late to save Himari.
