Was it the way you slaughtered titans? The way blood, not even your own, dripped from your smooth skin and onto your tattered uniform? He didn't know.

All he could do was watch from afar, a stupid lovestruck look on his face. Why was he being so stupid? No--why were you being so difficult?

Jean was living his best life, but then you had to come in, looking amazing, smelling amazing, sounding amazing! God, he hated your stupid being.