[h2][center][color=007236]Gabriel Moreau - Wall Maria: Shiganshina District[/color][/center][/h2]
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Gabriel struggled in the water, holding Eitan above the water as he took in water himself.  His will to live was strong, almost as strong as his will to keep his baby brother from drowning.  Eitan wailed loudly as Gabriel struggled, his legs squirming to kick.  How long had he been in the water?  Minutes?  Hours?  Gabriel could not tell, but one thing was for certain; he would keep struggling until he died.  Unknown to himself however, he was already beginning to sink.  His body was beginning to give way under the constant fatigue that overtook his body.  The baby continued to cry out, until the only sound that remained was the rushing water around him.  He noticed finally that he was beginning to give up...perhaps he was supposed to, he thought.  There was no way he could have survived this incident.  It would be far easier to just let the rapid waters take him away and let the chilling liquid embrace him into death.

As if by luck or perhaps a miracle, a hand grabbed Gabriel by the back of his collar, and dragged him out of the water.  He gasped for air, holding Eitan close to him as he began to swing.  The figure grabbed his wrist, yelling down at him.  "[b]Are you crazy, kid!?  Relax!  I'm going to get you to safety![/b]"  Everything afterwards seemed to happen without him even realizing it.  He recalled the baby wailing more, the soldier picking him up, and a brief sprint down to the boat.  "[b]I got two kids here.  Place them in the back and get this kid some first aid - his leg is messed up bad.  I'm going to continue looking for anymore survivors and try to hold off any titans that come this way![/b]"  Gabriel was dragged, his face showing a permanent state of shock as he clutched Eitan close to his chest.  Before he knew it, he was resting on a small cot, awaiting first aid...but it never really came; the soldiers were too busy dealing with loading the boats and escorting the civilians.  He looked around him, faintly noticing a few other kids that he saw earlier, but was unable to call out to them.  Was he afraid?  Yes...he was a coward.  He left his family to die.  Yet, he could not cry.  He rested there silently, staring up at the orange sky...the wooden shrapnel still pierced in his thigh and his ankle still shattered.  All that mattered was that Eitan was safe...they both were.