[Ymir is a name conspicuous by its absence. While he's not sure if he would necessarily classify her as his friend, he can at least appreciate that she had meant something to Christa, for some reason. So instead, he'll focus on who does remain.]
Aren't we lucky sons of bitches... [Spoken mostly to himself like a breath of relief. The numbers feel small, but...they're still alive somehow.]
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Aren't we lucky sons of bitches... [Spoken mostly to himself like a breath of relief. The numbers feel small, but...they're still alive somehow.]