A.N: I'm glad that I managed to actually write this idea down now, for the next chapter might very well make it meaningless. I do hope something along these lines could happen and that we ain't losing you-know-who to the darkness for good.

WARNING: Spoilers up to chapter 124!

Crossroads

Connie advanced as fast as he could, as fast his equipment allowed him to. There was no time to waste; his mother had waited long enough. He'd free her from her nightmare today, he'd have her back.

…Back to a world were his father no longer existed. Or Sunny. Nor Martin. To a world that was completely different from the one his mother had lived in.

"No" he told himself "The world has always been like this; we just didn't know it."

The world was wide, wonderous… and cruel. Anyone could end up facing a death more gruesome than they might have ever imagined.

"At least this kid knows of his fate" Connie thought, glancing at the still unconscious warrior cadet "He was aiming to become a titan anyway, so he must've expected to one day die in someone else's jaws."

But his mother was different. She hadn't known of or asked for any of this. She didn't deserve all the horrible things she'd had to deal with.

But did anybody?

"There are bastards in this world who would" Connie was convinced of that. Noting that he was starting to be low on gas, the soldier slowed down. He had to make a small detour to resupply.

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"Done" he breathed out as he finished filling the tank at one of the supply deposits. Now he had to hurry in case someone was following him, that was a given.

And yet, he couldn't bring himself to move.

He only stared at the kid's face. Sunny had been around that age when she died. Martin would be around that age now if he was still alive. They, two completely innocent children, had been wrapped up in this war and killed as a result.

And now he was about to kill another innocent child himself.

"No!" he told himself harshly, shaking his head. Martin and Sunny had been civilians, innocent for real, but this boy was in training to become a titan out of his own choice and had most likely actively taken part in the war. He was partly to blame for Sasha's death. He wasn't some innocent child; he was a soldier.

A soldier, just like him.

"Shit" Connie cursed as he fell to his knees, holding his head "Shit…"

Just how had things turned out like this? How could he have let them turn out like this?

And more importantly, what was he supposed to do from here?