PHEWW it's been a while! Sorry about that. Suuuper busy. Still pretty much hiatus on this site, but I did a little bit of writing, so here it is!

I have decided that Annie is my favorite SnK character.

Disclaimer: On the 12th day of Christmas Isayama gave to me, a dead Gunther hanging on a treeeeee! Wow so terrible such apology much aghast. (Doge meme omg)

Three Warriors

xxx. repentance. xxx

A million apologies would never suffice for the crimes she'd committed. A million trips to hell would never vanquish the regret in her heart. A million pairs of eyes, seething with hatred, lighting upon her soul would never undo the thing she wished she hadn't done.

A million times over, she was sorry.

A million times over, she uttered desperate apologies until the words I'm sorry became a psychotic murmur with each beat of her heart.

But nothing changed. The steam on her arms beaded sweat along her skin, and her thin wrists were ringed with blood. She waited; when the blood failed to evaporate, she felt the tears stinging hot in her blue eyes because only the blood of her comrades remained.

No, the blood of her sins.

"I'm sorry," came the whisper, passing through her lips with ghostly chill. Her shaking, cold fingers undid the straps to the soldier's gear, fumbling with the buckles. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She couldn't bear to stare at the dead body. The eyes of corpses strewn around her, unfocused, glazed over with a sickly white film, were all turned to her. She felt as if invisible apparitions were grating their teeth and reaching spindly fingers toward her.

A million times over, she wished she was somewhere else. Someone else.

But she couldn't, and at this point, she would not fathom any other name than her own. If anything, she paid her respects to the dead man, cupping a hand around his face. Her palm came away sticky with warm blood, painfully reminiscent of the body it once circulated through. She managed to prop the soldier's half-eaten body up against a wall, straightening his jacket the best she could without smearing blood across his face.

"I'm sorry."

She felt a hand on her shoulder, but upon turning, no one was there. A whisper of warmth dribbled along the nape of her neck; the touch of wind.

I'm sorry, she mouthed, absolute terror permeating her skin.

And she succumbed to the fears and the regrets and the sorrows.

She turned and ran, leaving behind a friend and a name and a place, a million memories and a million sins.

Short drabble :D

Um. I'm pretty sure you know what's going on here...

It's quite a popular theory...

I read a few fan comics on what happened... =3=

They were not half-hearted works, they were serious and very beautifully done drawings.

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry not sorry.