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1: Come Titans, My Arms Are Open and My Swords Sheathed "What do you think we are here for?" Hitch nervously tapped Marlowe's foot with her own. He was naturally annoyed by her behavior. His negative reaction to her every moment was practically habitual. Still, they worked well together. "Is it not obvious, idiot?" Marlowe spared her a glance. He felt the same nerves as she but was better at hiding them. Then again, he couldn't even tell if she was even trying to suppress her discomfort. They were sitting on a bench in the Survey Corps's base on the exterior of the Stohess District's outer wall. The nondescript bench was short and yet, there