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jaded visage met the troubled man, for he could no longer find the strength to appear cordial or exude some form of positivity.

〝 you, too? burdened by the screams of those you have lost? those you have severed your connection to in the name of something greater than yourself? 〞
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green eyes sized up the man before him; sensing the great burden which he wore upon his shoulders. in that aspect, perhaps, the two may relate.

fate. it has a strange way of bringing together two sides of a similar coin, albeit the difference was quite radical.

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and yet, the devil who forced them into yet another hell was cursed with the means to tread the world without them by his side;

the paths setting him before a man he had never met, just as he had been speaking to himself. it still itched, the scar which he now wore upon his neck.

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he had once trampled on that day, 2,000 years ago. he had foreseen it; the end of his own life. the path he would walk to allow eldians to flourish until the sands of time whittled them away.

armin. mikasa. historia. jean. connie. comrades who lived their life until their candles grew dim.

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