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Lifting his camera, he tapped a finger to the edge of the lens cap by way of response.

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The only good thing really about off class hours was the time allowed to do what you needed or wanted; as long as it wasn’t against the rule naturally. In this case for Levi, it was a good time to really just finish all his assignments or study. Along with the other chance to spend time with a particular student that he is currently in a relationship with. 

Levi nodded and rested his hands behind his head. He definitely had a headache and was sore from the waist down. That usually meant two things: alcohol and sex. Whether he had topped or bottomed he didn’t know. 

“You remember anything from last night? ‘Cuz the last thing I remember was Hanji handing me a beer and dragging me over to play Spin the Bottle. It’s all fuzzy and hurts to think about after that.”

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47. “I wonder if all the party guests are still here.”

Levi woke up, groggy and feeling like shit. Reaching his arms over his head, the raven stretched and groaned a bit as he felt his joints pop. He looked next to him and saw that Eren was already awake. 

“I wonder if all the party guests are still here.”

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Levi and Eren had been watching TV over at Eren’s house. That wasn’t the case now. In fact, the raven was currently pinned underneath his best friend and doing his best not to get a boner or blush. At some point during the show, Eren had gotten up to go to the bathroom and in his absence Levi laid across the sofa, effectively taking up most of the space. 

When Eren returned, he asked Levi to move and he refused, instead taking the opportunity to tease the brunet. It eventually led to Eren picking Levi up off the couch and unceremoniously dropping him on the floor with a thud. They ended up wrestling on the floor somehow (he could no longer remember how they got to that point) and before he knew it, he was pinned and looking right into Eren’s eyes. 

Armin was sent to keep watch for the night for his camp. He was alone in the dark, setting up a fire for himself to keep warm. The bitter night was brutal though honestly, he would much rather keep watch for his soldiers than to fight alongside them. He wasn’t much of a fighter. He hadn’t even killed another soldier, but instead, received a scar on the right side of his face, really close to his eye. He was lucky in that battle.

He was part of what was known as the Garrison. They were supposed to originally mediate between the Scouting Legion and the Military Knights to work their differences. Eventually though, they found their way inside the war, and no loophole to get out. Some say the Garrison was picking sides. Some said they didn’t even need their help at all, and if they didn’t help, the war would be over by now or that they wouldn’t even be in this mess.

Eren was part of the Scouting Legion while Mikasa was part of the Military Knights; it was family tides that chose their destinies. His family being independent, Armin was placed in the Garrison, and for the last year, ever since the Garrison got involved, they all were fighting each other. Thankfully, they haven’t yet looked at each other since.

Honestly, Armin wondered how the two were doing, especially Eren. Rumors in the Garrison spread about how the Scouting Legion had some kind of secret weapon that could end the war, if they were able to control it. What did that mean? What secret weapon were they talking about? What if it went out of control? What if it doomed everyone?

Armin barely even knew what this war was about. He gave up trying to figure it all out a month ago. He didn’t even want to be in it any longer. One side was for the sake of humanity, while the other side was for the sake of the king. What did the king do that was so bad for one side to attack the other? What did the Garrison do that was so bad to be involved? They wanted to help end the war, but they seemed to have made it worse….

He had been sending letters to both Eren and Mikasa, using oblivious soldiers and fake names to conceal their identity. From them, he was getting information on where they were and if they were alright and if they knew anything. That last month was the last he heard of either of them. He wondered of the “mail carrier” was killed, captured, gotten lost, or if the letter was misplaced or missing. Or worse… They really were dead…

Thinking of the death of his two friends was the most depressing thing he could think about. He would feel all alone in the world, though he was already alone. He didn’t have a friend to talk to in the first place, since everyone told him he was only useful for watch. He had gotten frostbit time and time again these past weeks. He wanted to do their bidding, but he did wonder when enough was going to be enough…

At last, the fire was finally burning after an hour of rubbing the two sticks together. Quickly, he placed the leaves he collected from a nearby forest in the tiny fire and it began to almost roar before him, matching his red coat with tens of buttons on it and the symbol of a shield and two roses on it on his shoulder and back.

The fire was starting to feel warm as he sat right next to it, looking into the light with sad eyes, but they started to drift off into the short distance where there was a small hut on the outskirts of the forest. He wondered if anyone lived there and if so, if he could house him until this damned war was over.

…But that would be treason, and treason was never unpunished. It always ended a person’s life or, at the very merciful end, life in a prison. But who would even want to spend life in a box? If he was chosen for that, he would hang himself inside the jail before his life was over. Those jails were impossible to get out of…

But he decided to risk it. He didn’t want to spend his life in this war, which to him was a prison. Besides, if his friends were on the other side, he would gladly meet them there. He turned his head to see if there were any people still up from their camps, which there was no one, so he began to sneak himself away in the pitch darkness, minus a torch he made in order to see where he was going.

It was not long for him to reach the tiny cabin and he turned his head to the camp, and then turned back, knocking on the door. There was no answer. He didn’t want to speak in case someone was behind him and could recognize him. Still, he opened the door and he brought the torch with him, discovering what was inside.

Most of the cabin was raided, save a few cans of food and many articles of clothing. He looked around and saw a soldier of the Scouting Legion in bed - he could tell by the green cloak with the symbol of two wings, one white and the other blue. He blinked and bit his lip before advancing to him and patting him on the head, trying to get his attention, but nothing. Confused, he turned him over and he saw the boy, around his age, with a stab wound in his chest. His eyes widened and he looked to the boy with tears swelling.

It wasn’t Eren, he knew, but what if it was Eren? What if he was killed right on this spot and he was too late to save him? What if he was still just barely alive and dying right there? The possibilities made him terribly upset and now, he couldn’t stop crying. What was going on in this crazy world they lived in…?

He took the cloak off the body and he transferred him to the stone cold floor as he looked to the cloak. It was still attached and in good condition; a good item for his collection. But right now, he placed the torch in a place where it wouldn’t set anything on fire and laid in the bed, placing the thin sheet and cloak over him as he continued to cry.

What was humanity without their king? What was a king without humanity? Nothing. Then why were they having this war? To overthrow the king so humanity could rule themselves? They needed guidance, and no one was listening to each other. Seeing the dead body and the nonsense of the war, he came to the conclusion that all three sides decided that humanity was just one big joke. Nothing meant anything to anyone and they were all going to fight until the last ones stand.

“Perhaps a month or month and a half,” The brunette replied as she took care of his fresh wound as gently as she could. “Stay still a little bit longer and it’ll be over.”

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