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Walk-through:
Armin could tell you their life stories were in his books. He didn't have to write them himself. The plot was already laid out-all they had to do was follow it.
Annie's hard face-all their hard faces, made that way from bread and blood. The way she moved, so mean and graceful. She smelled like blood, like it tangled in her hair. He could see the way she pinned men to the ground. The way she walked separately from them, yet not-her entourage, Reiner and Berholdt beside her. These two big powerful men who complemented each other-never apart those two. Their synergy was something to be jealous of. He wondered if they fought, if ever.
There goes Jean, with his strident strut; it reminds him of how it'll be lost. The way Jean would tremble with either fear or rage. How the only thing that would soften his eyes was his companion Marco, who was so quick to smile, place a hand on a shoulder. He wondered if he was the only one who noticed Jean trying to count Marco's freckles.
He can see Sasha bound past, food in hand as always-how is it that she races to Connie before the others. They made a strange pair. So playfully aggressive, a happy medium between Ymir, whose grins inspire a wary tolerance and the gentle Krista. They could form their own yelping foursome. Racing about each other, but still quick injure when having to defend against each other-or for each other, for that matter.
He was still waiting for the rest, but not yet. As the Corporal-Levi and his loyal group stride in. He recognized a few, but Levi-he could see why the man is so admired. Levi's stature so belies the raw cold power in his hands, like he was born to destroy. As though his eyes meant to absorb the death around him. He could see why Eren was so drawn to him-don't think he hadn't noticed the change.
Levi had an odd gait, his pace matching perfectly with the others. It had no need to swagger; obedience to him was a given. All he needed was to get where he was going. It went well with the steady strides of Erwin. A man that he personally respected, much like Eren for his corporal. Someone whose vision was so all-encompassing, his voice bearing down on him, but he loved to hear the intelligence coming out of that man.
There was Hange, bouncy and savage. He'd remember that, the way sunlight barred her eyes from outside detection. She was never far from her companions'; they were too worried for her sake. He could recite the names like a litany. Petra, Oulo, Erd, Gunter, and Mike.
He knows how it'll end. In blood, in savagery, and in hope. He knows that the shaking earth beneath his feet means he's alive. Though for how long it'll be that way, he doesn't know.