Sillage

How would you describe life as a physician inside the Walls? Anything but boring. Wounds, abscesses, fractures, infections, you dedicated your life to healing people and that's what you're diligently doing.

Now, how would you describe life as a volunteer doctor for the Scouting Regiment? Well, that's an entirely different story, and there's only one word to sum it up. Pain.

When Trost District is breached, you're forced to leave behind everything you hold dear. Thrown into a world of deceit, suffering, trauma and, of course, titans, can you find the way back to what it used to be? Or will new hope arise?

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You clench your fists as hard as you can, tears streaming down your face. "I don't deserve it. I don't deserve any of your kindness, or compassion. I have too much blood on my hands."
"All of us do. The only thing we can do now is survive, no matter what," he quietly says, his pensive eyes studying your slouched form sitting on the ground.
"But is surviving enough, when you don't have people to share your life with anymore?" you ask, your voice just a barely audible whisper.
He stops and thinks it over for a moment, then firmly states. "It has to be."
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