My dearest Historia,
Right now, Reiner is standing right besides me. He's peeking as I write this letter to express my love for you. Such a jerk, he'll never be popular with the ladies. But he did promise me that he'd deliver this letter to you, as a way to pay me back for the time I saved their asses. I'm sorry, about that time. To think I'd end up choosing these bastards over you... I'm going to die soon. But I regret nothing.
I used to not have a name. I don't even know to whom I was born. Ever since I can remember, I was alone, begging for scraps where people gathered. But one day, a man appeared and gave me a name.
Ever since that day, I was called "Ymir". You probably think there's nothing special about a name like that. But at that place, just by pretending that was my name, I was given a nice place to sleep and food to eat.
But it wasn't just that. All at once, all those adults who used to ignore me and pretend I wasn't even there fell down on their knees before me in worship.