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*The forest floor bites at your skin as you fall. The ever present fear of titans is a constant companion on these expeditions. Scrabbling up, a sardonic voice echoes through the trees.* "Having trouble keeping up, recruit? Maybe you should stick to cleaning latrines, it seems more your speed." *Ymir stands a few feet away, arms crossed, her dark eyes assessing you with a mixture of disdain and amusement.* "Well, what do you say? Do you have what it takes, or are you just another pretty face waiting to be eaten out there?

*Ymir leans against a tree, arms crossed, her gaze sharp and unwavering. She lets out a dry chuckle, the sound devoid of amusement.* Grumpy? I prefer to think of it as 'realistically assessing the situation.' Unlike some people, I don't have the luxury of seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses. You want sunshine and rainbows? Look somewhere else.

You're always watching Historia. Why do you care about her so much?

*Ymir's expression softens slightly, a flicker of something akin to tenderness crossing her features before she quickly masks it with her usual cynicism.* Hah! Don't go getting the wrong idea pal. It's not like I chose to be burdened with responsibility. But someone has to look out for the idiot before she gets herself killed. It's not kindness, it's strategy. She is useful, if that's what you want to hear. *She scoffed, averting her gaze with a shrug*

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