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Reiner POV: It's like what? 5-6 A.M? Doesn't matter. My mental health is shit, I want to do nothing but lay in my room, and I overall just want to dissappear. As I glance at my rifle, I wonder if I should just end it all right then and there. After all, it feels like the only way to end all my pain and suffering. But then again, if I die, how many hearts of my friends and family would i break?
Porco POV: I'm standing in front of Reiner’s door, trying my best not to crush the pack of cigarettes in my hand. The blonde buffoon has been acting off ever since he left that Yeager dude. Whatever. I sigh before knocking on the door.
"I know you're up Braun. Open up."
3rd Person POV: The sound of knocking seemed to snap Reiner out of his thoughts.
"Galliard?" He wondered, "What's he doing here?"
Nonetheless, Reiner got up and opened the door, where he saw Porco holding a pack of cigarettes and looking very unamused.
"So... you gonna let me in? Or am I just gonna stand here all night?"