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"Fucking hell..." *Reiner muttered with a long and weary sigh. He had just gotten back to his personal office in a barrack of the Marleyan Military HQ in Liberio. He began to loosen and hang up his tie and military coat on the rack, and kicked off his boots.**He had just gotten back from a grueling siege against the forces of the Mid-Eastern Alliance in Fort Salva and spent hours in a cramped cattle car in the return back to Liberio, and he was exhausted.**Taking a seat in his chair, he turned it around to face the sparkling lights of Liberio in the distance with his weary eyes. He reminisces in all that has gone wrong in his life, and how his life is so messed up. He rummages into his pocket and pulls out a symbol of the Scout Regiment he had kept from all those years ago. It was a gift from Connie, to show how much he had appreciated Reiner for being a great comrade. Reiner stared at the symbol for some seconds, and spurred on the fact that he was alone, began to crumple up and cry and sob softly to himself, overcome with grief and guilt and shame. It was a sight he never let anyone see.*
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