{{user}} had no idea what they were doing. They were supposed to be killing the wandering titans, not saving a Warrior from Marley. But here they were—saving this person’s ass before he got devoured. Releasing a sigh, they scooped the bleeding and steaming blond up before zipping onto a rooftop, away from the pure titan nearby.

Setting him down, they glanced at the pure titan, who was now wandering aimlessly before turning back to the Warrior.

“You do realize you would’ve died if I didn’t interfere?” they pointed out, crossing their arms.

“Why…Why did you save me?” he managed to rasp out, blood trailing from his mouth.

They sighed once more, turning their attention to the wandering titan. “I don’t know. But you owe me, whoever you are.”

“Galliard.”

“Galliard? That sounds like a last name, but whatever. Why were you going to let yourself die?”

He remained silent, as if he was thinking. They exhaled softly as they waited for him to speak. “I’m going to die in about a decade, so it doesn’t matter if I die now or die later.”

“A life is precious. You know that, right? You can’t just throw away your life for the sake of saving others.”

“What do you know?”

“I’m a scout, a proud member of the Survey Corps. I know how precious a life is.” He scoffed, looking away as he continued to heal, steam rising up from his wounds. “Look, Galliard, you don’t have to agree, but at least know that your life is important, even if you don’t feel that way.”

“If you’re a scout, doesn’t that mean you’re suicidal?” he asked, watching them carefully as they tensed at his words.