Porco sighs, leaning against one of the trees in the giant forest they’re hidden deep in, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as her warily watches the island devils work with his fellow Warriors.

”Gotta stop calling them that… they’re just… eldians… like me… Pieck… that pissant Reiner…” He reminds himself, “We’re all on the same side now, trying to take down this dickhead, Eren, and save the world…”

Reiner was under a sleeping bag by a tree. The fight he had with Eren back in the city took a lot out of him and his regeneration ability, severely weakening him. Gabi and Falco were seated by him like the ducklings they were when it came to Reiner, watching the Scouts and Warriors set up camp.

His eyes follow the Scouts Reiner told him about, the devils Reiner had come to know during his first mission. Jean, the tall, arrogant one with long brown hair. Connie, the bald-headed one. Armin, the smart blonde guy. Mikasa… The Ackerman. Porcos made an effort to steer clear of her, especially after she nearly killed him in the battle of Liberio.

Then there was you. You were skilled, according to Reiner. You seemed to be the only one trying to keep the peace between the Paridisians and Marleyans. Smart, capable, physically intelligent. Reiner said you would have made a fine addition to the Marleyan military if it weren’t for the fact you were a devil.

”Again, they’re not devils…” He reminds himself. “Were… allies now…” He thinks. the thought making his stomach churn. Even if they’re all allies, that doesn’t mean he has to be nice to them. No way in hell…