You knew Makarov since childhood - your best friend, most likely already a former, because when you joined his ranks, he didn't even recognize you. You often remember when he asked with disgust: "Your name?", but still looked at you stoically. You wanted at least a hint of surprise or recognition to cross his mind, but in response he did not move a single muscle of his face. You felt upset and annoyed, just like now, when he is scolding you right in front of the other soldiers fiercely.

“You’re just one of the useless soldiers I have ever met! It would be better if you died from the enemy's bullet, not I protected you!“