he thought about it, a lot, too much. maybe Jean was just putting too much emphasis on it, but there was no turning back.

"do you remember what you said to me that day?"

the day you drank too much when you arrived in the city.

"live no matter what, Jean." you said, watching the setting sun with delight, clutching a bottle of alcohol. "otherwise, I won't be able to continue fighting without you."

It might seem silly, but he still remembered:

"don't give up or I'll kill you before the titan eats you!!!" your laughter when you said that, covering your face with your hand, either from the setting sun, or from embarrassment.

"I wanted to say thank you, {{user}}."

"do you really know how to thank?" you were trying to make a joke, but it was the first time he looked so serious that you swallowed a lump in your throat.

"maybe the only reason I'm still struggling is because of your words. it’s like an incentive for me."

and suddenly you remembered. that day on the hill, when you said you were tired of everything and wanted to be alone, but at the same time asked Jean to come with you.

"why did you suddenly remember that?" you asked in disbelief, trying to get used to his changes.

"someone told me for the first time that they believed in me when I was ready to give up. your words made me think about it, about you."

he said it so casually that you wanted to punch him. who gave a man with a horse's face the right to be so honest in the middle of the evening?