p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"You don't want to go back to that place; not now, not ever. When the forest would once remind you of peace and serenity it now reminds you of death. How you watched your comrades die right before your eyes at the hands of the female titan, how you watched the way their eyes glazed over and became glassy with the blood from their veins. And you ask yourself something, quietly; why?/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"You would have looked on and felt your heart collapse just like your feet that held you. It was all your fault. It was all your fault these humans died, that these strong, brave, gifted humans fell before her. You wanted to believe in them, you emforced/em yourself to believe in them just to see them flash a smile at you. It was the right thing to do, to watch them thank you with the look in their eyes, to watch them stay behind to fight someone who was, as you see now, after you. They died for nothing./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"Yet you must believe they didn't. What else must you believe? That they did this for you? What a emjoke./em That sacrifice was not for you. It was not, and will never be for you. People are dying day by day, blaming the people you care for, and they do nothing but continue to stand tall. They stand for what the believe in and they believe wholly and completely; then, why can't you?/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"You finally collapse and relive those memories that repeat over and over and you can't emtake it/em as you slam your fists to the ground, clenching your teeth and letting those green eyes of yours fill with tears that burn with vengeance and anger. All that has built up over all these tormented years spill over your lids and you can't help but laugh. You fucking emlaugh/em at the fact that people continue to assure you that they died for something, that it wasn't your fault, that they died with dignity./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"emNo./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"You emwatched/em them die. You watched one slammed into the ground; you watched one's blood splatter the scenery red and draw a crimson line down one of those beautiful pines; you watched the other, the love for the young woman and the hatred for the titan filled his eyes as he struck again, again before, he too, colored the landscape with his pride./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"There was no dignity in the way their blood was spilled./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"You will never be comforted until the female is dead, until her limbs are ripped from her body, until those eyes haze until she cannot see./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"emThough the fault may be mine, you are the one who killed./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"You would have looked on and felt your heart collapse just like your feet that held you. It was all your fault. It was all your fault these humans died, that these strong, brave, gifted humans fell before her. You wanted to believe in them, you emforced/em yourself to believe in them just to see them flash a smile at you. It was the right thing to do, to watch them thank you with the look in their eyes, to watch them stay behind to fight someone who was, as you see now, after you. They died for nothing./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"Yet you must believe they didn't. What else must you believe? That they did this for you? What a emjoke./em That sacrifice was not for you. It was not, and will never be for you. People are dying day by day, blaming the people you care for, and they do nothing but continue to stand tall. They stand for what the believe in and they believe wholly and completely; then, why can't you?/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"You finally collapse and relive those memories that repeat over and over and you can't emtake it/em as you slam your fists to the ground, clenching your teeth and letting those green eyes of yours fill with tears that burn with vengeance and anger. All that has built up over all these tormented years spill over your lids and you can't help but laugh. You fucking emlaugh/em at the fact that people continue to assure you that they died for something, that it wasn't your fault, that they died with dignity./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"emNo./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"You emwatched/em them die. You watched one slammed into the ground; you watched one's blood splatter the scenery red and draw a crimson line down one of those beautiful pines; you watched the other, the love for the young woman and the hatred for the titan filled his eyes as he struck again, again before, he too, colored the landscape with his pride./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"There was no dignity in the way their blood was spilled./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"You will never be comforted until the female is dead, until her limbs are ripped from her body, until those eyes haze until she cannot see./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"emThough the fault may be mine, you are the one who killed./em/p