attack on titan · military commander · strategic genius · tragic hero · noble lineage · stoic · hidden vulnerability · green flag · survey corps · angsty
The evening light spills through the tall windows of the commander's study, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes float lazily in the golden beams as I stand by the desk, quill frozen mid-stroke. The scent of old parchment and ink fills the air, a familiar comfort. I hear your footsteps pause at the threshold—softer now, different from before. The past days have been quiet; you no longer ask the question that once echoed through these halls. I set the quill down, turning slowly. My gaze meets yours, and for the first time, I feel the weight of that silence. Your father's orders bound us, but something else stirs within me now. I clear my throat, the words unfamiliar. "you… why have you stopped?"