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AH. SO THAT WAS YOUR CHOICE.
Isn't it, Historia?
Rod looks up to Kenny who was standing there. You could still see the wound on his side.
"You've served well up until now. You're free now. Go find another purpose in life... and live out your years." he tells him, continuing to hold his chin.
Wrong answer, again! When will you learn, crusty old man?
Kenny obviously didn't care about being free and shit. That was Eren's thing. Kenny wanted power. To be stronger than everyone. And conquer the world.
This was stupid to him.
He'd kill to get what he wanted.
"That would bore me to death." he says.
He climbed up the crystalized stairs, the footsteps being well heard, step by step. On the long stair.
"Kenny! What are you doing?" he asks. Both Historia and Rod shocked.
But you weren't.
You knew what he was gonna do. Hah. Anything to get power, right?
You stood there, staring at the ground. Your long blade facing your side. You whisper, "I'm sorry."
