We killed twenty percent of the human race

In one

B l o w

Bertolt has never hurt a fly

But father

Father

Tells us to go and do it

Even though there were others with

Better

Beasts

And they could effectively kill

These soft creatures

[humans, just like us]

With less then five.

Bertolt calls to me at night

And I tell him that

"We'll be okay."

- No, Reiner, please. I can't go on -- we can't go on like this.

"Bert, I think it's better if we just rest till morning."

- Reiner, please. I'm dying inside and it hurts so much.

Tears spring in his eyes and a large hand

Wipes them away.

Pulling him in I feel the pain in my chest

That had hurt the day I had turned

Twelve

[i had looked at all the people that had been

Crammed into Wall Rose

So many lost souls and smiles and hearts

And families.

Bertolt had cried and wailed and Annie had sat away from us

And Marcel was gonegonegone.]

And I hug him so hard then our breathing

Was struggled and we fell asleep like that.

"I know." I whisper.

"Me too."

- Reiner