Promise
I promise to take you home
The titan ran, the armoured plating shredding, as the heavy plates fell, no matter, it gives him more speed, to be far away from the capital walls, his steps lightened, that is good, he would need to get out of titan form before he hits closer to any population of civilians, any scent of where he is heading, his goal would be crushed by the thunderous roars of angry vengeful scouts.
The open plains is open to him, no where to hide, making out he is running back to wall Maria, no doubt Erwin will not figure out his real objective, if he did it would be too late, he would be long gone along with his prize.
Smoke rises to the east, there would be a village nearby, Alan decided to bring his titan low, before breathing calmly, pulling himself out the nape as he willed the skin to open before him, the marks evident under his eyes, the flesh entombing his limbs released freely, no longer trapping him as he climbed out of his titan nape, the steam evaporating, the knife still clenched in his fist, staring down, even though it isn't there, Alan can see the blood of its victims killed by his hand.
The knife that is immune to damage of titan means, his forefathers made it well, still it is some craftsmanship, symbols embedded in the steel, no not symbols, an ancient language long ago, if he bet his life on it goes all the way back to the first subject of Rufus.
Shaking the thought, now is not the time to get distracted, there are more important matters to contend to and each moment lost is the chance they would find out, Zeke wanted the coordinate, but seeing Annie is captured, bringing her back would wipe the slate clean of their mistakes.
His trousers riddled with holes as his grey shirt, his sleeve riddle in holes, the toes of his boots missing, perhaps he has been to hasty with his transformation to get out of there quickly.
Heading towards the village as quickly as possible, to his shock it was a small town out in the open, the building pristine clean, a few MP guards patrolling the street, a minor handful, fresh recruits for the looks of it, good, he wouldn't be recognised, yet his appearance to those that dwell, some looking at him in disgust, as if he's a squalor who managed to get past the wall from wall maria.
"How did that ruffian get past the guards at wall Katrina?" Alan could hear, one noble woman speak, Alan frowned, but paid no attention, he saw people being treated like dogs, even ripped by dogs, the thought angers him, yet moved forward, keeping his eyes open, for a new fresh clothes for him to acquire, yet drawing the attention the of the guards nearby, the disgust apparent as well.
"OI" One called out, Alan turning round to see two approaching "You don't belong here"
"Your right about that" Alan murmured turning his back on them and moved through.
"Hey! Don't you turn your back on us!" The female called out, as their rifles was raised "Stop right there!"
Alan halted his steps as he leaned his head in question, raising his eye "Are you going to shoot me?" as if daring them, the female faltered.
"If you behave we won't but as I said your not allowed here" the male spoke as he looked him over "by the looks of it your from the undercity, you would have to be turned over to the capital underground"
"What about Katrina since I came from there" Alan simply requested, the shuffle of concern between the two.
"Unlikely" the female spoke "Katrina underground is off limits except for Military police and the Survey corps"
Alan huffed in amusement "Oh really? Forcing me out of my home now, how rich"
"Plus, we could shoot you for holding a weapon"
The two moved forward as the male placed his hand on the knife on his leg. In a swift movement Alan placed his hands on the intruding arm, snapping it with ease, the man cried out in pain, as the rifle have been dropped.
"Stop what you doing!" The female raising her rifle again as Alan now swiftly moved his hands round the male's neck, lowering her rifle instantly "Please don't"
Alan tilted his head "What is he to you? And Don't lie about it"
The female trembled, before dropping the rifle, the nobles gathering in shock at the display "What are you doing? We are paying our taxes for you to protect us, shoot the man!"
"time's ticking and I got places to be" Alan growled again as the man in his hands whimpered.
"He's my childhood friend, I be lost without him" The female begged, Alan could see the sincerity, just like Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie he too would be lost without him.
Alan eyed them for a moment before huffing releasing the whimpering soldier as he cradled his broken arm.
"Do not forget the mercy I shown you today, spend every waking moment like it is your last" Alan spat before turning tail through the main street, forget clothes, he needs to get out of here fast before more attention is drawn to him, growling to himself as he left. The nobles spat, as they thrown stones at him, dodging the stones with ease, Alan growled, he should have killed them, they sooner stop as he left the area, the insults cried out, is this how they treat their own, but stopping that they are no different from back home.
What has he become? He killed soldiers with ease, Armin, Marco, Marcus. Yet he spared someone he didn't know, maybe it was the fear he saw, he should have transformed and killed them all, but that would bring all attention to him, seeing the walls of Sine upon the horizon, the guards would have mobilized upon seeing the flash of lighting believing it is a titan attack, just as wall Rose, dammit Zeke, they be prepared for shit like that now, since scouts are within Katrina district, keeping to the fields, avoiding caravans alike, it be a while since his actions gets reported to the capital, they might dismiss it as a thug gone astray, not much to alert all high authorities or concerns after they have to clean up the mess and reorganise their little coup, it will take time before hitting the expedition to charge to wall Maria and Shinganshia.
Nearing the walls, Alan thought, the best way to get in, the guards wouldn't let him in thanks to his appearance, Alan stood at a distance as he thought, leaning against a tree, the sun setting high past noon, no doubt they be in mourning by now, Alan can imagine the pain, the anger he has caused, until a feeling like he was being stared at, turning his head, a little brown haired girl, bearing brown eyes, peeking around the tree, Alan blinked at the sight.
"Hi Mister" the girl crept around standing at attention, hands behind her back, the smile she gave, amusing it has a missing tooth in the most cliché spot.
Alan have not dealt with children like this, confused, he usually dealt with adults and soldiers, they are easier to read and to judge, but this child just came up and greeted him like it was something casual.
"Err, Hi?" Alan can only reply, as he looked back to the gate leading in, caravans being stopped and checked.
"My name is Marie" The girl now named Marie greeted, her toothy smile still on her cheeks "What is your name?"
Alan looked back, to the young girl again, how is this girl not seeing that he looks like a thug, with possible intent to kill. Alan amused the girl by answering her questions.
"My name is…" Alan paused should he give her his real name, but what harm can a little girl do, not like she could recognise danger and run off screaming, then again it is preferable that she hasn't spoken to him at all "Alan"
"Alan?" Marie scrunched up her face, as if testing the name on her lips "That's a pretty name"
Pretty?! Alan found this entirely amusing, of all the words to say about his name it is pretty, somehow Alan felt himself relaxed for a moment.
"I doubt it's that pretty" Alan brushing it off "How old are you? And where are your parents?" looking around, concerned, if they were to see their daughter around a rugged looking stranger, it would look really bad on him, quite reminds him of his hometown if he were to walk where he doesn't belong.
"I'm seven, coming eight" Marie giggled "you look pretty mister, as for my mommy and daddy, they are camping over the other side of this tree"
Alan blinked before rearing his head around the tree, to see a man, in what appears hunting clothing cooking some meat, the woman appears to be washing clothes off metal in a soapy tub, how did he miss them? Alan frowned, he let his awareness faulter for a moment. Turning to the young girl, seven years old? Intelligent to speak in proper sentences, then again, they do live inside wall Sina, their upbringing is different from what he saw of those living in wall Rose. Yet Alan could not help but smirk, at her innocent compliment, yet a ping of sadness crept to his face.
"it is unwise to speak to strangers, I could be a bad person for all we know" Alan said tapping his knife on his leg.
Marie blinked to look to his face then back to his knife then back again.
"You talked to me and asked if I am safe" Marie shrugged not too perturbed "I feel you're a good person and you didn't hurt me"
Alan blinked, frowning deeper, this girl had no idea, his gut telling him to make a point, his warriors screaming to hurt the devil, yet all he could see is an innocent child
"Why are you out here mister?" Marie asking another question "Don't you have a family?"
Alan frowned, the girl meant no harm with her questions, she would not know but yet it did bring sadness to him and she has no idea who she is.
Alan opened his mouth to speak until the call came out from the family on the other side.
"Marie!" Hearing the father "Don't leave our sight young lady"
"but Daddy, there's a homeless man here" Marie called out, the sudden quick movements, Alan went alert as his hand reached for his knife, yet halted it as the girl turned to smile, blinking again.
The man reared his head round to see Alan sitting there, the distance is at a respectable length from him and his daughter, Marie standing there smiling as seeing the roughest looking man he veer seen within wall Pixis's sat there, as if expecting trouble.
"What's your name son?" the man spoke, seeing the hesitance in the man's posture, it appears he have been treated roughly by the nobles since his hesitance to speak.
"Alan" is all he can get out of him.
"Well Alan, I am Peter Freeman" Peter introduced himself "I thank you for your respect towards my daughter"
Alan gulped for a moment, the anger and the warrior within him disappeared as he was thanked for just talking to his daughter "I err, no problem, I was just minding my business and she just came and said hi"
"Yeah she tends to do that" Peter agreed "She doesn't have a sense of danger, but she has a kind heart, never see the bad in people"
Alan frowned, yet seen something so innocent, it is a cruel world they live in.
"Anyways Alan, why don't you come with us, seeing your in rough shape" Peter offered, Alan looked to the main gate and back, deciding to accept the offer, maybe this is the chance to get inside the city.
Dusting off the dirt off his already torn trousers Alan walked with them, seeing the mother eyeing him up, as if studying or judging, Alan felt like the noble town all over again, his hand twitching ever so slowly towards his knife.
"My, what happened to you?" the mother asked, halting Alan's movements.
"Bandits" Alan quickly replied, as Peter watched him over, nodding.
"thought that would be the case" Peter agreed "underneath all that dirt and tears, the stitches is of noble make, no doubt got a share of trouble on the road"
Alan grinned, this have gotten good pretty quickly "I see you have an eye for detail, I take it that is why you offered your assistance so quickly?"
Peter chuckled "Denise has a kind soul, seeing where Marie get's it from, but no it is not because of your clothing"
Alan tilted his head in confusion, did he assume something he did not see?
Peter clocking on his confusion "I know your not a noble, your posture and the way you speak, but it is not the reason I decided to help you" clarifying his position "If you were to be a beggar, I would extend my hand to help, you looked like a man in need of help, no matter what you done in the past" nodding to his knife.
Alan can summarise that he noticed that Alan is twitching for that knife, Peter in truth assume that the man had it really rough, unable to trust those, seeing that the nobles tend to treat those that are not their social status treat them poorly. Poor man had to defend himself half the time, possibly killed, Peter is no fool, but if no one shows kindness with no ulterior motive, he could make a difference in some poor souls' life.
"So, what brings you to these parts?" Denise asked as she grabbed a few clothing from the cart, their horses eating the soy that was given.
Alan opened his mouth, only to close again, pondering on his choice of words "I came to find someone"
Peter eyed him for a moment as Marie picked up the doll bringing it to show.
"Good kind or the bad kind?" Alan blinked, grinned, and nodded, the man is cautious, he offered a hand in help, its best he know some bits.
"a friend I have been searching for some time, I promised her I would bring her home" Alan said, it was completely true, he is setting out what he promised.
Peter huffed in amusement "A woman" before chuckling as if he had been tickled "Well, I know how it feels going far for a woman, like Denise here, from wall Maria, we met, I fought my father to be with her, disinherited and became a hunter, did not regret a moment of it"
Alan surprised at the casual talk, Annie, and him? He never thought about it that way, but he will play along and allow them to believe that, seeing it the best way to convince them to help him further.
"I just recently found out that she is somewhere in Katrina district" Alan nodded to the main gate "but seeing my state I don't think the Military police would let me in"
Denise tutted "those snobs and the military police, they don't care for the little folk", a groan from Peter, sounds like they have this rant before.
"Pay no mind to Denise" Peter apologised "I can understand her view, but at the time being, those snobs are buying our furs and produce we bring to them"
"Still they believe they walk over everyone because they have money" Denise cussed, choosing her words wisely, Alan can assume because of Marie.
"but enough of that, we apologise that you have to hear that" Denise turned to Alan, her smile, sweet and kind, bring forth spare trousers and a green long-sleeved cotton shirt.
Alan blinked at the kindness "I can't accept this" trying to refuse the offer.
"Nonsense, they may not fit, but it is better than wearing those clothes, dear you may catch a cold" Denise waving off his rejections "you may get yourself changed in the tent and I will not take no for an answer" smiling before returning to hanging up the wet clothes on the line, the rope tied to the nearest tree and their cart, as the clothes float in the sun.
Alan blinked dumbfounded turning to Peter, unable to register what happened.
"Women are stubborn, for you would learn that by now" Peter chuckled, as he rubbed his cleanshaven face in amusement "Not get on before we will not hear the end of it"
Alan meekly gotten up, this foreign feeling, a side he only experience when with Reiner and his…. Best not think on that, just play the part, heading to the tent, saying his thanks to Denise, before entering seeing Marie following him.
"I don't think you need to follow me inside" Alan chuckled nervously as the Marie tilted her head.
"Why not? I get changed with mommy and daddy every morning" Marie innocently spoken smiling her usual smile; dear lord this girl is making things difficult.
"Because I'm not well, family and…" Alan spoke nervously thinking of the correct words to speak to a seven-year-old girl, he should learn how to deal with this.
"Marie, why don't you help your father with the fur" Denise called winking to Alan, Alan nervously chuckled at the kind gesture, and to get him out of an awkward situation.
The fabric felt soft against his touch, as Alan dressed himself, placing the old clothes to the side, the dark green shirt, felt a lot softer than his grey, it felt like her skin, Alan missed that touch, but it doesn't matter now, the damage is permanently done, he could only move forward.
The trousers were a fitted across his legs, a little loose around the waist, thankfully the belt is not entirely damaged by his titan form or bullets fired at him, sadly no boots, until movement of the tents entrance stirred his thoughts.
A pair of brown boots casually placed in front of him, Peter seeing him, chuckled.
"Well you remind me as I was your age" Peter casually spoke "Here's some spare boots, more durable than those noble shoes you wore over there"
"Thanks" Alan muttered "Are you heading into the city?"
Peter blinked at the question before smiling "Not until tomorrow morning, the sun is setting, and we usually head in first thing in the morning, gives us time to set up for the wife to sell our handmade wares, while I deliver stuff to some businesses I sell my furs and meat"
Alan nodded, not too fond that he had to delay till tomorrow, yet he chose to take this course of action, he couldn't go in titan form, fearing the scouts would heavily defend it long enough for Erwin to come charging in, no at the time being they are distracted, Armin seen to that and the chaos old Rodd Reiss dragged with him, literally.
This is the course for stealth, Alan's instinct is telling him this, he could only go along until he is inside without arousing suspicion.
"I think she can wait a little longer" Alan just grinned, the grunt of amusement from the old man, nodding at his comment.
"I hope you don't mind sleeping outside of the tent, we can spare a blanket" Peter apologised, Alan understood it be too strange to share where they sleep to a stranger, it isn't like the barracks in training where they just sleep where they drop.
"it's ok, I enjoy sleeping outside, plus I can keep an eye out for danger" Alan stated, unsure why he is being friendly all of a sudden, part of him says it's a means to get inside undetected, it be easier if he had his ODM gear, he would scale the wall in the dead of night.
"Enjoy the stars?" Peter asked, Alan can only nod "I like you boy, but enough of this sentimental stuff, come eat, Marie seem to take a liking to you"
Alan can only chuckle, but the sense of guilt tends to ruin his mood, he's using these people for his own agenda, Alan couldn't help but feel guilty for taking advantage of their kindness, there is a lot of good people he met, but also bad ones, some he took pleasure in killing but these people, they don't deserve the hate, sitting by the fire, Denise made veal stew, the assortments of potatoes, carrots, but the veal melts in your mouth, the aroma invaded his senses, it would make Sasha go into a fit and devour the whole lot.
Marie sat near him, giggling as she looked at him and eat from her own bowl, her eyes landing on the knife.
"Where did you get that from?" Marie questioned Alan, Alan frowned as her finger was pointing to his knife, a touchy subject for sure.
"Marie!" Denise exclaimed "That is not polite"
"It's ok ma'am" Alan calming the situation turning to the inquisitive child "My father, gave it to me"
Marie tilted her head in thought, as she ate "Is he ok?" not noticing the pain flicker across his eyes.
Alan looked to his eyes, the memory of the jaws of the titan, crunching down on him, yet the titan have not fallen, it stood high, the white body as the eyes scour the area, the Warhammer titan standing tall.
"He's…" Alan faltered "No longer around" not too sure how to tell a child that he is dead, somehow Alan would flatly tell someone that yet, to this innocent child it is something you can't say without them understanding.
"Will you be looking for him after finding your girlfriend?" Marie asked another question, Alan spluttered in his soup at the word girlfriend, guilt forming in his gut yet he did not show it, Mikasa was his heart, Annie was his closest friend, yet Mikasa, frowning away the thought of her, no he must remain focused.
"I think it's time for bed" Peter coming in for the save, the grumble from the girl was nice to hear as Alan felt relaxed the whole time around these people, Denise bidding him goodnight as she carried the girl away inside the tent.
"You're a good man" Peter affirmed as the two left alone, Alan quite alarmed at the statement "I can tell from the years I lived, you have seen and done some bad things, but you have your heart in the right place"
Alan stared to fire, the flames flickering "But I'm not" the memory of the fall of wall Maria, the assault on Trost, killing those he called friends and comrades, betraying the one he let into his heart.
"You are" Peter said again "I see a man with purpose, a conviction he believes in, tomorrow at first light I help you get into the city and you keep your promise to that woman, you take her home"
With that Peter retired to his tent as Alan clenched his fists, alone to his thoughts again, Alan breathed as he looked to the stars, he will take Annie home.
The Sun rose, the sound of rustling as Alan slept against the tree, stretching his back to see the family packing their gear into the cart, little Marie come bounding towards him with a bowl, Alan blinked to see porridge.
"Daddy let you sleep, mommy made breakfast and I give it to you" her smile broadened, Alan took the bowl and nodded.
"Here!" Marie thrusting the spoon to him as well "Mommy says it's rude to eat with your hands" her cheeky smile, the girl did that on purpose, but it made him smile non the less.
"Thanks" Alan can only say, feeling more relaxed, until his blood growled, reminding him not to slip into the disguise too comfortable, the warrior within agreeing.
Eating it up, not leaving a drop remain, Alan returned the bowl.
"Did you like it?" Marie asked, this girl sure likes asking a lot of questions, to that Alan nodded, given a sincere smile, to which she giggled "I helped mommy make it, so I'm happy you enjoyed it"
With that Marie held Alan's hand egging him to come along, seeing Peter chuckle.
"Looks like she got you round her finger" to which Alan blushed at the statement, this boy seem different from all the boys he seen "Hop in back, mind the furs and we be inside in no time"
Alan climbed seeing all types of produce, he could have easily hidden in them, but the Military police are thorough, perhaps this is the right call.
The horses pulling the cart ever so slowly to the gate, until the halt, Alan sat with Marie on the opposite side, gleefully looking out the back, taking in the tree's and the sun shining over the vast green fields, first time in a while Alan felt a sense of peace, but like all peace, chaos would follow, ignoring the feeling, allowing this respite for a brief moment.
A MP peered round, seeing the daughter, his eyes casting on Alan for a brief moment "Mind coming out for a moment" asking politely, Marie gotten out in an instant like it was a daily routine, Alan soon followed, another MP looking at him while the others check the stock.
"Everything is in order Mr Freedom" the sergeant called out "Enjoy your time"
Alan walked by the cart, feeling eyes following him until Marie grabbed his hand, startling him for a moment, such a small soft hand as the girl smiled her toothy smile, the action dissolving any suspicion as the guards looked the other way, entering the city.
Entering the marketplace, seeing others setting up shop, Peter unloading his wares along with Denise.
"Thank you again Peter" Alan held out his hand, to which the man took.
"You best be well, find your girl and live well" Peter smiled before turning around, Alan went to open his mouth, wishing to them to leave the city for the next moments would be trouble, but the thought stopped him, the other part of him, the warrior deciding to take over.
Alan nodded, saying farewell to Marie and Denise, being a little grumpy for him leaving but soon brightened at the new and old people she would meet again.
Alan walked to the alley with haste, pulling out parchment as he read, Annie is here somewhere, he just need to find the entrance, he wasted a day for a bit of peace he does not deserve.
Quickening his steps, he avoided patrols as moved swiftly and silently, letting his sense run wild, as a ghost he blended well, until the wings of freedom emblem caught his eye, two soldiers marched past, Alan turning round as if browsing wares, followed, like a blade in the crowd. It took a moment until seeing the undercity entrance as the scouts moved deeper in, there she is. Alan thought in triumph.
Coming close to the entrance, torches light the way, Alan breathed as he looked around, the civilians busying themselves unaware of his presence, good, the less they know of him the better, quickly and silently move down the stone steps.
Upon seeing multiple corridors of stone, the undercity passage is like a maze, Alan seem quite annoyed as he moved, and creeping around, until hearing a female voice and the sound of door creaking. Alan his around a corner, keeping aware of his surroundings.
A MP came walking through out a door, her hair long past her ears before her shoulder, dirty blonde, Alan eyed her for a brief moment, if he recall correctly Annie said she had an annoying roommate Hitch, seeing her once, Alan blinked as he smiled what are the odds she came out of the door he is looking for, waiting for the area to be void of life, Alan crept, as he peeked inside, two, maybe three scouts standing guard of the room, how Hitch be able to access this room he doesn't know, unsheathing his knife, firmly gripping it, he peered through, forming a plan on how to take them out quickly, just in case this is the wrong room.
Breathing Alan rushed in, the bang startling the three scouts, in an instant Alan flung his knife at the closest guard as he leapt from the tall stares towering the room, to the second guard close by.
The knife imbedded into the scouts neck as he clutched at the wound as blood spurts out, the second guard had no time to react as Alan was on top of him, his arm wrapped round his neck twisting it into a sickening crunch, the only last sight is the warrior, taking their life away.
"Go and get help!" the third called, noting there is now a fourth. Alan gritted his teeth as the fourth start to run up the stairs.
Staring to the third eh rushed towards Alan roaring in anger over the death of his comrades as Alan rolled to the guard with his knife imbedded in the throat, still gurgling, in a swift moment Alan cut the jugular ending the mans life, before making the assault to the third, deflecting the blade with ease, before twirling, slashing his neck, a fountain of blood rushed over from the neck as Alan simply stepped out the way of the mess, until his eyes came to the sight of a huge formation of blue crystal.
Alan stop still as his eyes glossed over the titan crystal formed, and inside Annie stood still, tears start to well up, as Alan moved forward, his hand outstretched, placing it on the crystal.
"Hey Annie" Alan softly spoke "I didn't get killed yet" laughing at his won joke from the conversation they had in Trost, unsure if Annie could hear him, but it is good to know that he finally found her, the worry the guilt, he be able to keep his promise.
"I don't know if you can hear me, but Reiner and Bertholdt are ok, I'm ok, thanks for asking, but yeah you were right we got found out and we did screw up like you always say" Alan chuckled until guilt hit him hard "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry that I failed you, but now… now I have a chance to take you home, we will get you out of this crystal prison and you will get to see your father again, we will get to go home, all four of us"
The sounds of shouts echoed through behind him, the scouts coming in hard, but that doesn't matter, Alan have gotten what he came for, he knew this titan crystal all to well, the hardened state protects those inside, even from close range titan blast.
"HOLD RIGHT THERE!" a scout shouted as rifles are aimed at him, Alan turned his eyes, the dark blue filled with anger, they will not stop him now, they will not stop him from doing what he set out to do.
A spark of yellow lighting formed as he looked at the scouts with malice, from beneath the ground, the titan emerged from underneath, those who are on the surface have been flown away as rubble crushed those within range, the scouts that were in the room with him been eviscerated from the intense explosion.
The Immortal titan standing tall, the crystal grasped around the fist, the eyes scour the scene as many soldier's rally to fight the armoured titan that emerged out of nowhere.
Yet something caught Alan's eye as he looked down, two adults lay dead but nearby is a large stone, underneath laid a hand, next to it is the doll that Marie have shown him the day before, shock overcame him as the guilt rushed over.
With a roar, the titan bounded through the city heading to the gate leading out of wall Sina to the territory of wall Rose, bounding hard and fast, ramming himself through the gate, it is not as hard or thick as the walls, it is wise not to break them to avoid awakening those within. Holding Annie to his chest, wanting to keep her safe still, the civilians ran in panic as the Immortal titan kept running, the plating now shredding to give it speed again.
Alan never looked back, his titan eyes looking down to Annie who rested in his palm, inside Alan closed his eyes, this is the right thing to do, saving Annie from the hands of the devils.
Moving forward as he always done, his next destination is where he always wanted to go.
I am coming Reiner; I'm bringing us home.
A/N: Well another game changer right here, the whole reason why Alan stuck around, Annie. Ever since Stohess, the promise he made always dwelt in his mind, the whole reason why he kept moving forward while on his mission, hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and story :)
Myzor: Perhaps, perhaps not, it isn't the end of Alan and Mikasa, I got a nice twist in the big battle to come for these two. But don't ask about if they get together or not, i'm not the one into giving false hope. but enjoy the story so far :)
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Seniorpoundtown: Yeah i'm liking it as well as it give me more freedom, I naively thought I can steer it exactly how it normally goes, but a few reviews indicated otherwise, this new character meant to change the story not just be added like some side character, but I do plan for some original aspects to follow just to see beyond the walls, if you get my meaning and thank you for giving me the freedom to do so, the Immortal titan would be in fall detail after the big battle because this story ends when the whole attack on titan ends, i'm now using it as a guideline to add interesting aspects because Erwin's charge is a Must, but thank you for enjoying the story so far :)
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