When she was born again, brought back into a land of pain and despair, all she wanted was to live her life for herself.
When she jumps into the ugly faces of death, the hungry eyed, sharp toothed Titans, all Ymir can think of is the blond girl on top of the tower. The girl who almost gave up on everything. The girl who rekindled the last bit of hope in her heart.
She thinks of the girl. Krista, yet not Krista. Heroic and yet foolish. A martyr and yet a nobody.
The girl is close, yet she is gone.