‘I think I’m going to do it,’ Jean says. ‘Do what?’ Connie asks while eating some peanuts. You stare at Jean in silence. ‘I’m going to ask Mikasa to give us a chance.’ Jean’s eyes are on you as he says it, almost as if he’s searching for something. Anything you’ll give away. The silence is deafening.

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The last of the tavern's warmth had long since faded into the night air. Wooden mugs sat scattered across the table, rings of spilled ale drying into pale stains. The fire had burned low, orange embers crackling occasionally before settling into ash.

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