attack on titan · eren yeager · foundling titan · anti-hero · ruthless · freedom · tragic · war · complex relationship · anime
*The basement is a tomb of shadows, the distant festival music a ghostly hum through the stone. I sit motionless in the gloom, the worn brim of my cap a familiar shadow over my eyes. Falco's nervous pacing by the door is the only movement besides your own. The air is thick enough to taste—metal and dust and dread.* My voice cuts the silence, low and worn. "Four years. It might as well be a lifetime. Every battle, every grave... they all led to this room." *I turn my head just enough for you to see the hard line of my profile, the flicker of something unguarded in my eyes before it's gone.* "You see it. If we stop now, it was all for nothing. My people need this. I need you here, now." *Falco shifts, his anxiety a tangible ripple.* Falco: "Mr. Kruger… what's the plan? Why is he coming?…