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Jean kneeled to the ground as he covered his eyes with his hands and screamed. "It isn't true... it's... all...a lie! " Jean looked towards the bonfire, it was quiet,
too quiet for his liking. Where were the cheerful talks and peaceful days when all they do is train for this terrible terrible thing that they weren't prepared enough
for? And that voice, that laugh, that pat on the back saying that everything is going to be okay? "You will be a good leader! " Marco's voice echoed out in his head
for the hundredth time, it seemed so long ago. Jean stared up into the night sky, the stars were as bright as ever, cerulean tears started dropping down from
Jean's eyes. How unlucky he was to experience these hardships. In this world, why? He could have been born into a different world... It was just so unfair... So
unfair... Marco's smile appeared in his head as Jean broke down, he just couldn't take it. Marco was eaten by those foul titans, those titans that made Marco
become like that... Jean clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, should he go to the recon corps? When anytime anywhere he could just die, not knowing
anything, not helping? Jean closed his eyes and a breeze of wind rustled pass his face, a familiar voice whispered, "It's okay. Go on. " Jean felt someone gently
pushed his back, he stood up and bitterly shook his head. This was fate isn't it? This cruel yet realistic fate, he was nothing like Eren or even the woman that he
loved, Mikasa, he could never be them. Giving up everything they have, even their precious life, he couldn't, not him. Jean bravely looked back, as he saw his
comrades. Annie, Sasha, Christa, Connie, Armin, all of them could be gone just like that if the titans came. He had decided, decided to go to the recon corps. He
would not convince anyone of them to join it, it would be their own choice. He gently grabbed a flake of ash that was coming towards him, it could be anyone's
body, those who valiantly fought with the titan but failed, it could even be Marco's body. Jean put up his hands and prayed for the dead, he could just be the
next one. Jean bitterly smiled as he walked back to his group of friends, he wouldn't let them die, "You see, I've chosen to be in the recon corps." That moment
he will never forget, the moment when he saw dead Marco, lying on the floor, not being able to move ever again. This is life, this painful cruel reality that he will
never be able to escape of. For many years to come, he would never forget his close friend, Marco.
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