You were supposed to be the devils of Paradis. The enemy. The reason for why they were there in the first place. So, why didn't it feel that way? They'd look at you and see something entirely different. If anything, you were the hope that humanity needed.

Both of the boys sat at the top of a grassy hill secretly admiring you from afar, "What should we do?" Bertholdt asks softly. Reiner was deep in thought, his eyes intensely staring down at your form swimming in the river with the others.