It's natural to want to follow your sibling around everywhere, no matter what. Even if that means joining the Survey Crops and signing your life away. But if Eren is going to fight, so will Sophie.
Sophie Yeager has had her dreams ripped away from...
I get into the carriage, scooting to the end of the bench with Vic sitting beside me. He rubs his temples, probably stressed out from tonight.
"At least we got them," I laugh lightheartedly.
"Shut up Sophie," he lets out an exhausted breath. "Your jokes aren't funny when your life is on the line."
"I knew what I was doing," I turn to look at him. "I'm fine, aren't I?"
"I don't know, are you?" He glares at me. "You look like a slab of meat that a butcher had his way with."
"Sounds kinky," I smirk.
He shakes his head but I see a small smile creep onto his lips. I grin at him with the cheesiest smile I have. He glances at me and his eyes travel to my hair.
"I like it," he points his chin. "Suits you."
I take the short hair in my fingertips and realize it's no longer hitting my mid back . My brown hair is now hovering just around my shoulders.
"Oh god," I grimace. "I look like Eren now."
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"I mean you should style it and maybe clean up the bottom so it's even," Vic eyes my hair. "But it's not bad. In fact it's probably more manageable now."
I blow air up to my bangs, feeling them flutter on my forehead. Elias walks in first, handing me my Scouts jacket and a blanket to cover my body with. I had forgotten I was just in my bra and bloody pants.
"So why did you cut your hair? Why didn't you just stab him in the thigh the first chance you got?"
I ponder for a second, thinking back to why I made that decision in the first place.
"He was really hurting my head and my arm just moved on it's own, trying to relieve the pressure I guess."
"Huh," Elias sits across from me. "You're an odd one. Not a insult through, you got the job done and you looked badass doing it."
"Remind me to get stabbed and beat up to impress you," I laugh and roll my eyes.
Emma and James come in and Emma sits besides Elias while James takes the third spot on the bench I'm sitting on.
"Just give me a couple hours and I'll be back to normal," I sigh and relax into my seat, feeling a wave of pain go through my body.
"Here," Emma gestures her hand out with a couple extra things of gauze on them. "I don't want you bleeding all over the carriage."
"Thanks," I smile at her and she just ignores me, sitting back on the bench and crossing her legs.
"You looks pretty gnarly," Elias scans over my body. "Doesn't it hurt? I feel like I'd be on the ground crying."
"I've been through worse," I shrug.
"Worse than being stabbed and cut up?" James leans past Vic and stares at me.
