For The Time Being

Upon joining the Survey Corps, Jean has grieved over and over again, learned how to mourn and move on quickly to keep himself from falling apart. To keep himself alive. But there's one death, one life, he prefers to think of it that way, that is almost off-limits in his mind, because if he thinks about it too much, he's afraid he might actually have to stop and just die with it. He didn't allow himself to die that time, all those years ago; rather, he threw those bones in the fire and let his life burn on where his had ended.That is, until he hears his name whispered in the halls of the building overtaken by Jaegerists.