AN: So, how should I put this? I missed whole months. TWO. But that was a by-product of my internet being screwed for more than a month, me going on vacation with family, and because of the maddeningly frequent power outages. But there's a silver lining. This has given me time to thoroughly plan out the storyline and most importantly - the ending. As a result, this chapter, though short, is dense with details that may come in handy later ;)

That being said, I'll try to pump out the next chapter fast without rushing things.

Special thanks to Yui, TheGreatGodzilla and Super Comrade for taking time to review and help make this story a better one.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Visitor

Nack stood dumbfounded at the site in front of him; titans galore were slithering and stomping throughout the HQ.

"We can't lose our momentum! We gotta regroup with the others- someone's gotta be alive!" Commanded the blond, his voice cracking to despite his efforts to uphold a façade of certainty.

"But were?!" He heard Mina choke out from behind him; Gustav looked in all directions as the importance of finding any remaining strongholds was getting more and more apparent every second.

"There! I see soldiers over there!" Gustav grunted before pointing at a large network of rooftops that carried a decent number of people. "We've got to get there!" He ordered while facing them.

"... Even if someone could, it's not like we'd stand a chance against the titans anyway. And, the supply room's probably got some that are three or four metres high- there's no way we could get anything done in there."

"It's… Hopeless…?" Sasha heard Connie murmur, the sense of defeat utterly drowning him in hopelessness. She hated every part of it.

"What a dull life this was. If I'd known this would happen, I would've said something sooner." Jean breathed out. Sasha was very frustrated; she was very uncertain now. Not only was she disheartened by her friends' hopelessness, but she also felt the need to motivate them and reignite their fighting spirit.

Whizzzzz

The sound of ODM gear pierced the morbid silence enveloping the cadets. A short girl with pigtails, a dishevelled boy with dark hair, and a tall boy with blond hair landed on a rooftop right next to Marco, Reiner and Bertholdt, grabbing the attention of multiple cadets immediately. Sasha stared at the newcomers with relief overflowing inside her; she was content that Gustav and her other comrades had made it in one piece.

"Gustav! Are you okay?!" Reiner quickly inquired before extending his hand towards the boy; Bertholdt mimicked Reiner's actions but with Nack on the receiving end.

"Yeah… We're fine."

"We were almost eaten when a group titans jumped; they got Thomas." Mina stated while standing up to face Reiner. "Eren tailed that titan so Milieus and Armin followed suit. W-we still don't know where they are…" Mina croaked out as she panted, fighting off her exhaustion. "Are you guys okay?" She worried for everyone's safety.

"Armin's there… And… We really aren't okay; we barely survived and when we find some semblance of safety, we're told that the supply soldiers have given up- lost the will to fight." The blond bleakly stated.

'Shit…' The green-eyed boy inwardly expressed. "Where's Annie? I don't think she's a trapped in HQ since the Garrison assigned most of the top ten to offensive positions to counter-attack the titans."

Gustav was met with silence. Awkward and unnerving. Bertholdt was looking away and Reiner didn't break eye contact yet one could hypothesise from the look in his eyes that his mind was clouded with thoughts.

"She… Was part of our squad but we had to split up. Bertholdt, Marco and I went here to take a breather and hopefully resupply," Reiner informed with a downcast expression, "Annie and her comrades tried to scale the wall but we don't really know what happened to them."

"I see…" Was all Nack could muster. "We should probably check up on Armin."With that, the trio trekked towards their leader.

Or at least what remained of him.

Mina hadn't thought that their determined, intelligent and understanding comrade would be reduced to this. Whatever soldier in front of them couldn't have been Armin. Milieus wasn't doing any better; hands firmly rooted in his hair and his head glued to his knees.

'God… What happened?' Mina pondered, her palms gradually becoming clammy as they closed in on Armin.

"Armin, what happened? Are ya okay, brother?" Gustav whistled after crouching down to his level. Any response would've assured Gustav more than the silence that he received. Instead, the boy choked, closed his eyes and dug his face into his arms.

"Gustav, don't." A soft whisper came to him before he felt a hand grasp his shoulder in gentle manner. "Eren… Armin didn't tell us what happened to him but with his current state, something bad happened." Gustav paused and pondered about what Krista had just said; he knew that Krista was too optimistic and idealistic to suggest something like the death of their comrade unless it happened right before their eyes.

Milieus wasn't doing any better. He mimicked Armin's movements and was just as unresponsive.

'What the hell c-'

Whizzzzz

The soldiers on the rooftops were introduced to the sound of ODM gear yet again and directed their gaze to the source. "Mikasa!" Gustav quickly closed the short distance between them before speaking again, "Where were ya? There ain't no person 'ere that was part of your squad."

"I was assigned to the vanguard. Where is Eren?"

'Shit. She cut straight to the point; what the hell am I goin' to tell 'er? "Your brother and only family is most likely dead and we don't know how and why he died and hell, we don't even know where his corpse was." That sure as hell ain't the way to go.' The boy drew in a hefty breath and lowered his voice: he prepared to deliver the news. "Eren… Is most likely… Dead," the blond died a little when he saw that nugget information sink in; Mikasa's eyes had dulled in a very worrying manner- completely losing any life or light though she didn't utter a word. "Armin is the one who knows what went down; ya should go and ask h-" The girl started walking towards Armin before he could even finish his sentence. Gustav face palmed internally and kicked a tiny pebble off the roof- anything to expel the built-up frustration. As his eye tracked the pebble soaring through the air, he caught a glance of a blonde… Female-looking titan? It was barely visible; stalking the soldiers from afar.

Gustav gave his a good shake. 'Get it together. Ya can't start losin' your mind now,' he reasoned with himself, 'just your imagination… Just your imagination.'

"You okay man?" He heard a forlorn voice call out question from behind.

"Yeah Jean, just seein' shit."

"We haven't had a chance to talk about anything after Trost fell and now that the suicidal maniac is dead, it feels hopeless y'know?"

"Yeah, ya're right Jean. If a person, who had a grand dream, as determined and tenacious as Jaeger kicked the bucket so comically quickly, what hope does the common man who enlisted just for a basic livin' have? Some people just do not want to accomplish great things nor do they want to ignite somethin' big and no one can really blame them."

"What a pity. All that talk about 'ending the titans' and 'taking back our land' was meaningless after all; we may have fought and goddamn does he piss me the fuck off but at the end of the day and as much as I despised him- we were still comrades-in ar-"

"EREN JAEGER AND THOMAS WAGNER OF SQUAD 34 FOUGHT VALIANTLY AGAINST THE TITAN SCOURGE AND GAVE THEIR LIVES AND LIMBS FOR THE CONTINUED SURVIVAL HUMANITY! THEY FULFILLED THEIR DUTY AND THEIR SACRIFICE SHALL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN ALONG WITH EVERYONE WHO LAID DOWN THEIR LIFE FOR HUMANITY!" Jean and Gustav heard Armin bellow out in between sobs. The pair silently looked around and observed the different reactions: some sad and mournful; some bitter and distraught; some staring blankly at the hard surface beneath their feet; but most were that of disappointment. Two driven and dedicated soldiers grounded and put to the dirt before they even took flight.

"I'm sorry, Mikasa…" Gustav heard Armin utter. "It should've been me."

She stood motionless. Completely inert. What had been her beacon of hope and strength was now just a rotting corpse in the cursed belly of a monster.

"Focus, Armin. This not the time to be emotional." Grinding down her words, she attempted to reason with herself. 'Maybe he's still alive. Maybe he fled last second.' For the first time since the incident, she was lost. She couldn't lash out at her only remaining childhood friend. If she crumbled physically, mentally or emotionally right now, when everyone's eyes were laser-focused on her and Armin, morale would be annihilated. The valedictorian of the 104th cadet corps losing hope and cracking? That wouldn't do; however, this was the person she held most dear- her guiding moonlight. There was no time to mourn; she had to keep a lid on everything for the time being.

"Bertholdt, if we deal with the titans swarmin' the HQ, we'll be clear, right?"

"Well… Yes Gustav. But I don't see how anyone will wipe them o-"

"Exactly. Anyone." The blond boy discontinued the sentence purposely and raised his voice for everyone to hear, much to everyones' confusion; no one really knew where he was going with this nor the reason for his advance towards the edge of the roof. "Even Mikasa would be bitten in two if she tried goin' there alone.

Listen, all of ya:

This ain't no 'friendship will solve all of our problems' motivational speech. It ain't a monologue either. If we sit around and groan, we're fucked. If we push, we'll most likely suffer the same damn fate. But what if we don't? Regardless if ya live or die, could ya truly forgive yourself for not tryin'? That would be the greatest dishonor. I'm not stronger than anyone one of ya- I ain't even that strong in the first place. Hell, I don't compensate with bravery- I ain't braver than anyone 'ere and I'm just barely more competent than y'all. But I have hope and determination- those are things that can be found in everyone regardless of when and where. And in this situation, they need to be found.

So,

I ask all of ya, harness them and push forward! We'll push forward, even if one, ten, hundred, or a thousand die. So push. For your families, for your friends and comrades, for your future. FOR HUMANITY. Push forward!"

Right after he stopped talking, he jumped and propelled himself through the air towards the HQ. Everyone noticed the obvious tremors echoing across his body, the stuttering and the sweating. He wasn't fighting these involuntary and understandable actions; yet, he was still determined. He was vehemently poised and determined to carry through with his word- he was a normal person just as they were only he stood up and tried.

Mikasa immediately jumped after him. Then Connie.

"You guys are really doing this, huh." Reiner quietly remarked. "Hey, come on you guys, are we really going to let our friends die like that?!" The blond barked at the other soldiers in a playful manner before jumping, causing Marco and Bertholdt to jump alongside him.

'Ugh, Gustav, why… Why'd you give us hope?' The tall brunet pondered; Jean really didn't want any more tests- his mind couldn't take it. He grit his teeth and brought his hands up to his ears, 'I… I need to do it.' He stood in that same position for an undetermined amount of time. What did the others think? Was his conversation with Gustav about his own reputation useless? Pounding and thumping, his head tried to find answers for any sort of relief. 'I'll… Do it.'

"Oi! You all can't possibly lose all that built up composure and preparedness after a single damn incident! Come on!" Ymir heard Jean scold the remaining cadets- including himself. She had to give him credit: Gustav really reawakened their hope- for better or worse. She looked at those who still hadn't made up their minds; they were all the pessimistic, skeptical type much like herself- she knew that from the time they spent during training. But there was one outlier.

'Sasha…?! The hell is she doing here? I thought she would've jumped ages ago.' To say Ymir had been surprised that Sasha still didn't leave with the others remained would be a bit of an understatement. What intrigued her even more than that though was Sasha's expression: mouth gaping and her honey-coloured orbs reflecting awe, amusement and admiration. She thought about tossing her an obscene statement to bring her back to reality but she ultimately dismissed that idea. 'I'll just say some snarky shit, that'll do the trick… Damn Vigo, I knew you had it in you but not like this.' She thought before clearing her throat. "Shit, looks like we can't be the cowardly survivors this time- we'll have to go with the 'brave martyrs for humanity'. I'll see your scared, selfish and sorry asses in hell either way!" The freckled Girl paced towards the edge of the rooftop before peeping behind her: 'Good… They all started moving.'

Couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe what he had done. A possibly lethal mixture of dread and euphoria intermingled within the lad. He could've thrown his comrades to certain death or given them their only ticket to survival. He immersed himself in the whining and whizzing of his ODM gear whilst he thought.

'Did… D-did it really matter? What was the alternative? To sit and wait until we're torn apart by titans?!' A more realistic side of him rightfully reasoned. He heaved a sigh and soldiered on; the eerie quiet slowly but surely unnerving him. 'Were are all the others? Did they take another route?' The gears in his head grinded and rumbled. It was true that he had a major head start and that he travelled a large distance as a result of his current reckless speed but it was still barren. Then he saw it. Others.

Many soldiers were flanking the HQ and cutting down some titans; Gustav smiled warmly and felt at ease. The goal was to reach the HQ by any means necessary and if his comrades felt confident enough to attempt to take down a few titans, that was probably a good sign. He blinked and quickened his speed slightly as he got closer to a small, empty and barren patch of the city- no titans, no trees and no buildings. When he reached the empty area, he slowed down to conserve gas.

Landing on the hard gravel, his eyes scanned the part of the city he was in for any shortcut to the HQ. 'Fallin' to death 'cause ya couldn't conserve gas ain't the most dignifying death.' He scratched his head and kicked a lone pebble in frustration. Right as he did so, the hairs on his neck stood like sharp spines; something felt horrifically wrong. He saw a large shadow appear and disappear twice with sickening speed. It saw him. He didn't see it. He frantically his body in every direction in a frantic manner- he caught no glimpse of whatever was stalking him. Until he looked passed a pair of brick structures not too far away; a giant figure scurried before the boy could catch a glimpse. Unsettled and disturbed, the lad darted away, latching onto whatever structure that the talons of his ODM gear could hook. He flew forward towards the HQ via a path that the boy considered to be the long route and neither looked back nor did he try to imagine what type of monstrosity would've gotten him if he hadn't fled.

'Of course it is. How deluded was I?' The brunet reflected in a somber manner. 'No. No, on some level, I knew it all along. I mean, when you stop and think for second, it's obvious. There's no winning. Not against them…' He peered at the devilish pair of monsters attempting to squeeze their heads into a small hole to eat him. How had things unraveled so damn quickly? They had just barely escaped the nightmare of reaching the HQ by the skin of their teeth and now even more people died after they had been thrown in another hell. How many people had died as a result of his orders? And where the hell was Gustav? 'Good leader? How is a good leader any good against those things?!' Thought the teen as he prepared himself to get snatched.

A hand came in out of nowhere.

A giant hand. The hand was a fist that clobbered the titan's face. "What?" Both titans soared in the sky for a moment before crashing. The strange titan clenched it fist and roared, revealing its face to Jean in the process. Before the boy could analyse the appearance of the titan, he heard the very familiar sound of whizzing. "Wha- What the-?" Sudden and rapid, three figures- one of which was being carried, burst through the window. "Mikasa!"

"Man, that was close- it's completely empty." Stated Connie, relieved. "But we did it! We managed to make it!" His tone turning joyful thus absent-mindedly reassuring Jean slightly- though his tone did nothing to vanquish Jean's curiosity.

"Wh-whoa… You guys are still alive…" The boy whispered; his disbelief turning into reassurance.

"Yeah! We did it Armin!" Connie slammed Armin on the back in a joyous manner.

"O-ouch!" The blond expressed his pain as a response to Connie's well-intentioned and well-deserved happiness.

"Your plan worked!" Connie stood up after on last smack and looked towards the pair standing in front of him. "Guys, that titan's an abnormal and it's killing other titans!" Connie proudly announced their discovery, "and it has no interest in us humans!" The boy hurriedly added. "We could use it to escape."

A crowd comprised of their comrades had convened near the bald cadet; many of them murmured and criticised the plan.

"Use a titan?!" A cadet spoke up, causing the murmuring to get louder and intensify.

"Come on guys give it a chance! What other solution do we have?" Mina reasoned with her comrades, "If we use that titan, we'll take less casualties."

"Are you kidding me? What kind of nonsensical dream is th-"

Jean was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering; the sound came from the eastern part of the building as loud enough to echo throughout the entirety of the HQ.

"Oh shit, I think a two-metre just broke in!" Milieus gasped, trying to retain his cool. It started running. Mikasa readied her blades, preparing to cut down anything that turned the corner and barreled down the hallway towards them.

"Helloooo, Is anyone here?" A familiar voice reached to them.

"Gustav?" Armin quietly theorised the identity of the intruder. Sure enough, the blond turned the corner and revealed himself to everyone.

"Damnit Gustav, you had us worried." Jean sighed as he relaxed. Then, he tensed up again once he saw the state of his friend. The boy was covered in blood that was evaporating in a rapid manner.

"What the happened?" Connie perked up, breaking the short-lived silence.

"A titan caught me by surprise and grabbed me. I… I thought it was over. Then out of nowhere, another one appears and tears the other titan's face off to get to me first, givin' me enough to cut its fingers. The bastard that got his face peeled off was out of the fight for a bit so I just cut the nape of the other one and ran."

"What matters is that you're still alive." Mikasa blankly stated.

"And while you were away, we found a titan that's got a bone to pick with its own kind." Gustav was caught off guard by the news to say the least and Connie doubled down on the Gustav's shock by suggesting a bizarre plan to say the least.

"I say we use it: if the titans see it as an enemy, then it'll be more than enough at grabbing their attention."

The tall blond couldn't argue with his friend's logic but it was still risky to say the least- that entire plane relied on a wild card. But what could they do? Stand idly?

"I don't see any other options that can get us out of here without throwin' a significant number of lives under the bus. I'm in."

"It doesn't matter." The monotone voice of the valedictorian of the 104th cadet corps caught everyone's attention. "Abnormal or not, we have to let rampage here for as long as possible. Realistically that's the best strategy for our survival." Mikasa ordered in a flat and calm manner. Meanwhile, the abnormal continued to kick, punch and throw titans, occasionally blaring out a roar.

Composed and slightly intoxicated, the Garrison commander stood atop Wall Rose alone without his bodyguards, drinking in the sight of the ravaged city. The sky was still so eerily beautiful- as if it had been merely informing them that this was their only destiny, that they were only there to be eaten by titans. The old man inhaled and closed his eyes; the scent of blood intermingling with the fresh air.

'Twice. Twice we've been beaten and forced to retreat by the titans.' He muttered internally, 'there is no need for us to suffer a third time.' The sound of boots stomping roughly against the hard surface of the wall forced the aged commander to turn his head to inspect the source of the sounds.

"Commander, we found this man walking on the wall." Rico stated before saluting. She concealed her confusion regarding the matter expertly; one simply does not meet a tall, old man with no ODM gear atop Wall Rose.

"Damn… Didn't know soldiers could get that small." The man spoke, revealing a gravelly voice only familiar to Pyxis. "Pyxis! Been a long time buddy!" The tall, old man spoke.

"V? What are you doing here? Did you sleep through the evacuation order?" The commander questioned in a dry matter, the only emotion expressed was that of friendly smugness when mocking his old friend's heavy sleep.

"Nah, I wanted to see the shitshow first-hand and… Offer a helpin' hand to humanity."

Rico went from confused to slightly unsettled: the man's vibrant lime-coloured eyes- or more accurately remaining eye, held a peculiar, lively glint. Not only did it hint at a vitality of a man a fraction of his age, but it also implied experience and knowledge of someone many times his age. His hair was lush and thick but white as snow. His face bore a healed scar that is likely a reminder of a grisly event; four gashes on the left side of his face stretching from above his prominent eyebrows down to the middle of his cheek. His left eye had obviously been damaged beyond repair or function as a result of the injury and the formation of scar tissue on the eye caused the pupils to become milky and cloudy.

'Claw marks of some animal.' The silver-haired soldier assumed- the regular and equal distance between each gash would've been hard to create with a knife, not to mention that the mysterious man wouldn't have stood idly by while he got mutilated slowly but surely.

"Help you say…" The commander remarked, his voice reflecting amusement but his partially-lidded eyes staying constant and emotionless. "How?"

The old man flashed a giddy grin, one that Rico couldn't classify. To her, it was either wholesome or sickening.

"Ya ought to remember that ya ain't the only guy with men behind him." The old man spoke, cheekiness lacing his words. A knowing look came upon the bald man's face before he replied.

"Ahh, you'll be using the Crossbears to help, eh?"

"Took ya long enough old man."

"Well sorry to disappoint by not thinking of that convoluted and bizarre idea." Pyxis bit back in a relaxed manner. "Getting mercenaries involved in dangerous and unprofitable work isn't the brightest idea." The commander remarked.

"Most of my men got family 'ere in Trost, so I doubt they'll need payment to start fightin'. I'll pay them after the whole ordeal is over as always." Elaborated the man.

"Hmm…" The bald man hummed and considered hiring his friends servic-

"Don't worry Pyxis, I ain't chargin' ya a single cent. I'd like to think we're the most honorable muscle-for-hire out 'ere in the walls." The bald commander resisted the urge to scoff at his friend's statement. "I also ordered them to deploy to Trost- in other words, this reallyain't a question."
"Hahahaha, oh you're too eager, Wagner. It's clear to me, and captain Rico here, that this is part of some damn political maneuver." Wagner's smile faded instantly and Rico felt an unseen chill wash over her. She wasn't afraid of his face, but what the shift in his mood signaled.

"There's been a… War. In the underground." The man bleakly informed before staring at the sun.

"Hmm, common. The gangs down there don't exactly play nice to one another."

"No, Ya don't understand, Dot." The man sternly stated, his eye locking back onto his friend in lightning speed. "I shouldn't be sayin' this but.

This war. It's got somethin' to do with the aristocracy, and they're errr… Trigger-happy right now as a result. I'm technically on their side, but the fightin' died down a bit so we're withdrawin' from the whole area… By withdrawin', That'll make them see how much they need us and how woefully underprepared their tiny forces are to underground warfare - a terrain we're well-versed in by now..." The old man paused and looked at the ground. "All that for some Coderoin theft." The man bitterly mocked the sheer corruption of those aristocrats - those who peddled the very drug they outlawed.

"You shouldn't be telling about this. After all, I could go inform them tomorrow about this plot of yours; Rico is a young, aspiring and driven officer so I think this could be an ample chance for her to snatch a promotion, don't you think?"

"I won't be doing that, sir. Unless you instruct me to do so." The captain spoke with authority.

"Oh, you're no fun, captain…" The bald old man grumbled before clearing his throat. "Wagner, just to make things clear: Whatever ranks your little toys have is unimportant and the word of my officers overrides the word of your troops unless I saw otherwise, okay?" The bald man warned with strictness before restoring his light-hearted mood. "Now captain Rico, you are to escort Mr Wagner to the-"

The sound of cannon fire careened through the air and halted all conversation between the three.

"Jean, don't tell me Mikasa was injured." Ymir inquired with a straightforward tone that reflected her own doubt that such a thing had occurred.

"We were sworn to keep it secret." The brunet replied, his voice hollow

"Secret?!" Connie repeated in a critical tone with a bewildered look covering his face.

"Yeah, what the hell? We're your comrades, you can't keep intel secret during a battle!" Ymir iterated with an irritated voice, "it's your duty to give us a heads up."

"You're one to talk about duty and camaraderie when you almost left Daz for dead." Jean bit back and narrowed his eyes.

"It's hardly something they can keep covered up, though. And if they even try to, it'll be to their own detriment." Gustav piped up and reassured Ymir and Connie.

"Soon, all of mankind will know about it." Jean added to sweeten the deal. "If mankind survives long enough, that is."

"Stop making the situation sound as bleak as it is: faltering and being cynical will only make this situation worse, Jean." Reiner advised whilst fidgeting with a gas canister.

Of course. The "older brother" of the 104th regiment had to be the one scolding Jean. 'Reiner being a model soldier is nothing new really.' Jean reminded himself before standing up and sighing. Before he had time to utter another word to himself or the others to break the silence, the marching of a pair of boots beat him to the punch. The boots belonged to a familiar blonde cadet with piercing, crystal blue eyes.

'Annie.' Ymir silently scoffed before donning a smirk. "Don't you think you're too early for the pa-"

"You're late." Reiner critiqued the apathetic cadet in a stern manner, cutting Ymir off.

"Sorry I can't control the titans, jackass." The girl bit back with venom in her words. Connie winced at her response and waited for Reiner's retort.

"Why the hell did you split off from us? Ya would've sure been an easy target for titans to sink their teeth in AND you put us at risk." Gustav hastily scolded standing up and moving towards the smaller cadet.

"I don't think that's your business, Gustav." Annie bit back while shooting him her infamous glare. Gustav was now only two metres away from and he opened his mouth to speak but Bertholdt jumped between them.

"Guys, we really shouldn't be arguing right now." The tall cadet instructed, trying to calm the situation down. Gustav sighed and trekked back to the small crate he had been sitting on.

"Did we get them?" Kitz hurried questions as the smoke produced by the cannon shot begins to permeate throughout the area. He is about to repeat the quest when he catches a glimpse of the something that expels the colour from his face and causes a comical widening of his eyes. "No way…" He utters to himself.

"Whoa, boy. Ya sure look like ya haven't seen a titan before, eh?" A raspy voice beside Kitz quietly mocks. The man turns his head as sharply as humanly possible before attempting to put whoever said that in his place. As Kitz whipped his head towards the person, he remembered he had never heard that voice before and only high ranking soldiers where allowed on the platform he was standing on. As he gazed at the individual and opened his mouth, he noticed that the tall figure wore no uniform – all the more reason to reprimand them. Right?

"Just who the hell do you think you are?!"

"Ain't nobody teach ya that ya should respect yer elders? Add to that, ya've looked away from whoever the fuck ya were chewing out." The aged man clipped and chilly tone caused a great feeling of unease within Kitz, not to mention the fact that Rico was glued to his side as if the old man was a dog on a leash. "Unprofessional through and through, if ya ask me." Though the man ignored his question, Kitz decided to ignore the man and instead focused on the upper body partially-transformed titan…