My dearest Historia,

Reiner is standing to my side. He is catching glimpses as I write this letter of my love for you. What a creep, he is never getting a girlfriend. But he did promise me that he would deliver this letter to you. He says he wants to repay me for saving them that day.
I'm sorry for what happened then. I never imagined I would choose them over you. I'll be dead not long after these words. But I don't regret anything.
I didn't have a name. I didn't know who my parents were, or where they were from. My earliest memory is of being one beggar among many. But one day, a man showed up and gave me a name.
Ever since then, people called me Ymir.
You may not think it's much of an unusual name, but all I had to do was take it, and then I was given a fine bed and fed meals. That wasn't all. Those adults who, until then, acted like I was invisible all got on their knees and revered me. As for the man who named me, he began ti dress more and more colourfull
I felt good, too. All I had to do to make everyone delighted and happy was play the role that I had been given. That's what I believed. And that's why I kept playing the part of Ymir.
People had started to call me devil before I knew it; but I still kept playing the part of Ymir.
The man who had given me a name claimed that I had "tricked him."
Still, I kept playing the part of Ymir.
I thought if that's what would save them, it would be fine. But...
There are some people in this world who have rocks thrown at them for nothing more than existing. As their symbol, I was stoned from head to toe.
It seems that in this world, it doesn't mean anything in particular that a simple chunk of flesh can scream and flail.
No.
It doesn't mean a thing.
That's why I think the world is so incredible.
I opened my eyes again, and spread before me was freedom.
From there, I began to walk and I lived the way I wanted. I have no regrets.
Or so I'd like to say. But to be honest, I do have one.

You and I still aren't married.

-Ymir