Friend or Foe... (AoT Reader Insert)

Chapter 12: Her Favour

What was I doing here?

It was the question I continued to ask myself as I reluctantly pulled one foot in front of the other.

Why did I decide to do this? What benefit would I gain from this seemingly fruitless task? Was this even worth the effort? Why didn't I just stay back at the training grounds like I wanted to in the first place?

I didn't want to be here, yet here I was regardless.

As though Commander Shadis didn't have enough time to take from us, the (boarderline) senile man had decided to offer us an 'extra credit assignment.' An assignment that had us climbing up the side of a snowy mountain with a backpack full of rocks.

What the hell was I doing here, again?

"You look like you're having the time of your life, Ymir! And we haven't even reached the base of the mountain yet."

I turned towards the familiar girl as she jogged alongside me.

"Not everyone can enjoy mindless tasks the same way you do," I jeered at the certain (h/c)ette, "but I could probably name a few off the top of my head."

(Y/n) was a strange girl.

Despite the fact that most people would've lashed out at me for my response, (Y/n) just... laughed. I wasn't sure if she was crazy or not, but she laughed! Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder if she acted the way she did because she enjoyed my company, or because she felt the familiar presence of who I used to be.

Well... I guess who she knew before me was more accurate.

"Besides, it doesn't really look like you're having the time of your life either," I said.

"You know, something about you strikes me as strange," the girl stated, ignoring my previous statement completely, "why on earth would you want to get extra credit, Ymir?"

Extra credit was something I didn't particularly care for, but a certain blonde girl had decided that climbing a snowy mountain was exactly how she wanted to spend the free time we were given so sparingly.

And knowing her idotic tendencies, this was something she did because she thought it would make someone else happy.

She was just like someone else I knew; or... someone he knew.

I looked away from the (h/c)ette as I replied, "I don't."

"Then what other reason do you have for tagging along?"

"There's no reason I have to tell you my motives," I commented, "besides, it's not like I'm hurting anyone by tagging along."

"Fair enough..." (Y/n) went quiet after a little while. Perhaps she was thinking, or perhaps she was lost in thought. I realised that she did that quite often; at least, she did it quite often when she was around me.

She never used to do that with him though.

I cursed myself for thinking of the strange boy from which I received life. I tried not to let him change me, to keep the life he lived from affecting my own, but I realised all too soon that what I wanted was an impossible task.

I could already feel myself slipping into another of his memories.

Like a broken record that plays only one tune, I was slipping away again.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" I, well he, asks. His tone was warm but the feeling in my, his, chest was tight, "there's still a few hours left for you to back out. You don't have to go through with the program. You don't have to become a-"