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Historia was happy, that was a fact. The titans were gone, she could live a peaceful life with her husband, they could raise their daughter and watch her grow up in a world where they had no ennemies.
So yes, Historia was happy.
Yet every night, after tucking in her daughter and after kissing her husband, she would sit at the kitchen table and pull out a picture.
It was old and torn, but Ymir's smile was beautiful.
Historia was happy. But every night she wondered if in another life, if things had been different, she might have been happier.