It had been a day since the woman of his hatred had left. Grant was in constant Stress. He couldn't go after her when she left, as it could lead to him being spotted by the patrols that came past. And it was also good she never took a trip around the back of the Windmill, where he had to build a mass grave for the Patrols who [i][b]'DID'[/b][/i] come inside the Windmill. It wasn't something to be proud of, he knew, but it had to be done sometimes. Survival of the Fittest, or just Survival of those not Fit for life...Something along those lines at least.

	There were multiple thoughts on his mind that made him feel like shit. First, of course, there was the incident that had happened the very day before, finally coming face to face with his Wife's killer, and not doing anything about it. Then there was the second thing...Yuri. Where was he right now? What was he doing? Was he looking for him, or preparing to assault his location? Something that kept him awake was what he looked at him like. When he was revealed, the shock, horror and terror in his eyes made it clear that the two were never going to be close again. Especially after everything they had been through, it was tough...Grant and Yuri had survived everything together...The Training, Mission into Yupian, Western Siege, Flame Titan Incident and Eastern Titan Breach. Now he found himself in his home-place, struggling to think of what he could possibly do with his life. What was a man who was Part-Titan supposed to do? Yuri was Grant's first and only good friend he had for the lifetime he served, both in and out of the Military. Now that he was a rogue, [b][i]'Traitor'[/i][/b]...now that he had been responsible for Lilith's and countless other Soldier's ceasing of life...he felt like nothing. It was the way life was for Grant now. Regret and Anger. He knew that if the 3DMG Gunmen were to find him, he'd be long gone. Hugh Portman's Teams were definitely using his friends, Annella, Yuri and Marx, to find him...and they would be gladly aiding them...it was all over. All he could do was drink and plot...for revenge, and for sparing the life of probably his greatest foe...