What is my purpose? To die? That's what I thought after being killed. I was dead. I have to be, I feel peaceful for once. And it's truly a foreign feeling when killing for a living. But looks like death was too good for me because I was fading from the light, I was coming back to the hellish world I was born in. I saw people around; friends and superiors alike. There they were, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Hanji, and Corporal Levi. Eren was yelling saying he could of saved me, Mikasa looked like she was in denial and shock, Armin was tearing up, Levi was just standing there; a blank expression was painted on his stoic face. And there I was dying, blood pouring out of my eyes, nose, back, and various cuts on my body. And with the feeling of friends surrounding me I died.
The Moral Of This Story;
We Are All FORGOTTEN