The idea was crazy.
How could someone as agile and strong as Marco get killed in battle?
Yet of course, as (Name) (Last Name) stood on the lonely street, she saw that all too familiar boy leaning against one of the many crumbling buildings.
And he was dead.
Sure, she had never really gotten the chance to know the boy. (Name) tended to stay closer to her own friends, and not mingle within the other groups. Yet, there was still something about his death that pained her heart.
She just wished that she could have saved him. And if that possibility was non-existent, maybe (Name) could have been there to see his last moments. To say goodbye. But even if she had been there, what in the World would she tell him?
That he was an excellent solider?
That she wished him the best?
That she…Loved him?
"Someone must have seen his last moments!" (Name) heard someone cry, and she turned back to see Jean Kirschtein. He had been Marco's best friend.
How hard he must have been taking it.
The Medic tried to calm the boy down, but nothing worked. (Name) wanted to go and tell him that everything would be OK, but she knew that it wouldn't.
(Name) sighed, and with hesitation, turned around, and began to walk down the streets. She was sad, yes, but she did not plan on sitting around all day mourning over her comrade, while she could be doing something progressive.
She took one final look at Jean, who seemed to be crying, and with that, walked on to the next street. Some day they would defeat the Titans. Some day Marco would be avenged.
But that day was not today.