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“Yeah... if it comes to it, I’ll have to do something with my Titan somehow.”
Those were the words that made Marco stop dead in his tracks. Through even the loud commotion, he heard those words loud and clear.
My Titan.
He had been flying around on his ODM gear, searching for anyone who might need assistance, and had a feeling he should just keep doing that, continuing to fly along, like he didn’t hear a word.
But Marco knew he just heard something very important, coming from a voice he knew all to well. The voice of Reiner Braun, and next to him, the quiet Bertholdt Hoover.
My Titan.
Marco felt as if he had no other choice but to continue to listen. How could he not?
“But if their plan works, it’ll plug up the hole we finally opened...”
Marco felt his breath catch in his throat, his face becoming paler by the minute.
The hole we opened.
The hole we opened.
But that’s impossible, right? The Titans did that. The Colossal Titan broke the wall. Not his comrades, not the people he had gotten close with over the span of four years, not his friends.
“It doesn’t matter. We’ve been searching for a clue these past five years and we finally found it.”
In that moment, Marco wanted nothing more than to call out to them, to ask them what they meant, ask them what the hell they were talking about because there was no way, absolutely no way, the things his comrades were up to something like this!
But Marco didn’t move. He hesitated, and took a step back.
Why couldn’t he move?
Was he that afraid of them?
“Besides... we can always make a new one. Even if this hole gets plugged up, it won’t be our last opportunity. This was a major win for us... for our homeland.”
Marco felt like he was going to throw up. Here he was, listening to something he knew he wasn’t supposed to be hearing. It didn’t make sense...didn’t it? Marco placed his hand over his mouth to stifle his breathing, knowing he was fucked if they realized he was there.
Humans can turn into titans. He knew that because of Eren— he can’t be the only one, then, right? The Colossal Titan, The Armored Titan, they both had to be Titan Shifters, too, right? The way they appeared out of nowhere, the intelligence they hold, they had to be humans themselves, hiding in plain sight.
But Reiner, Bertholdt... they couldn’t be the ones behind this, right? He had to be wrong... there had to be some sort of mistake!
No...
He knew what he heard. Marco was standing behind the Colossal and the Armored Titan. Nothing else could explain it. He knew that, and he hated that he did.
But he couldn’t think about that— not while he was right behind them. He had to get out of here, and then he could think about the situation he just got himself into. Without taking a step, he hooked his ODM gear to another building and flew away as fast as he could.
Before Reiner and Bertholdt could turn around and figure out what that noise was behind them, he was gone, flying with just a bit too much gas, the current situation of Eren plugging up the hole not even on his mind anymore. How could he think about anything else?
His friends, his comrades, the people he spent the last four years with...
were traitors.
Not just any traitor, either— they were the very reason all of this was happening, the reason so many of his friends were dead, devoured right in front of his eyes...
Tears flooded his vision, and he wasn’t sure if they were from anger or heartbreak.
Dammit...Dammit!
What will the others think?
Could he even tell the others? If this information fell into the hands of someone like Eren, they’d be killed for sure— and maybe they deserved that, but there has to be a better way! They could all talk it out, and solve things without having to lose his friends—
Friends?
Could he still consider them his friends?
Would it even be possible to talk it out?
If they had to trouble causing the deaths of innocents, the deaths of their own comrades... nothing would stop them from doing it again.
What was Marco supposed to do?
Reality hit him in the face once more as he saw a Titan in front of him.
“Shit!”
He called out, switching the direction of his ODM so he didn’t fly right into the damn things mouth. It seemed real interested in him now, the Titans unchanging smile sending shivers down Marco’s whole body. He pulled the blades from his gear, gulping. This was real life, it was either him or The Titan—
And Marco wasn’t gonna die. Not now. Not with what he knows.
Marco gripped the blades in his hands, maneuvering himself behind the Titan and hooking to its shoulder. The Titan reacted, of course, attempting to peer behind itself and grab whatever just attacked his shoulder— but Marco acted fast, blasting towards the Titan with as much speed as his gear could manage, slicing through the nape of the beast with a scream.
The Titan went down before Marco could process what he had done.
Panting heavily, Marco hooked himself to a building, watching as The Titan fell. Dead.
Holy shit.
Holy shit!
Marco just killed a Titan.
A Titan.
He wiped the steaming blood off of his face, still attempting to catch his breath. He wanted, in that moment, to close his eyes and rest, just for a minute. He was so exhausted, so damn exhausted.
But he couldn’t rest now.
Reiner and Bertholdt aside, Marco had work to do.
Taking one last good look at the Titan he killed, and placing his blades back in his gear, Marco hooked himself to another building.
He tried to think of anything but them, but the thought kept returning to his mind.
“Besides... we can always make a new one. Even if this hole gets plugged up, it won’t be our last opportunity. This was a major win for us... for our homeland.”
Reiner’s voice echoed throughout Marco’s mind, haunting him.
Marco knew he couldn’t just stay quiet about this, he had to tell someone...
But who?