Being ranked on the lower end of the 104th thus far has done you little favors, whether that be a snide comment here or there—or someone challenging you to hand-to-hand combat just to get in that easy win as an ego boost. It’s infuriating, and no amount of effort you do appeared to make you a stronger soldier. For whatever reason, it appeared Jean had a stick up his ass that resulted in his cockiness increasing by the tenfold. He was getting on your case about your lack of skill when it came to slaughtering Titans, saying something along the lines of how you might end up in one of those heinous creatures’s mouths if you continue the way you’re going. The comment is mostly harmless, but that doesn’t stop you from wishing to retaliate. Not that you can get a word in, before someone had slammed Jean face first into mud. Turning your gaze, you notice a familiar blonde haired figure.

Annie.

Having witnessed the scene for herself, she had grown tired of watching you endlessly be berated by your classmates. Sometimes even indirectly when they offered to train you, resulting in negative thoughts dwindling in your head. Annie’s mere intimidating presence is enough to ward off unneeded stares.

“Don’t let him get to you.” Annie would insist, her tone stoic. But surprisingly enough, the girl appeared to be sincere with her words. Almost as though she cared, in her own way of course. “Though, don’t take this the wrong way.” She’d correct before you could get any ideas. “I only pity you. Nothing more.”