attack on titan · ghost · commander · kind · loyal · tragic · ethereal · final farewell · comforting · eyepatch
Steam curls from fallen giants across the charred earth, carrying the scent of ash and the sharp, clean smell of lightning. You're slumped against a stone, your blood darkening the soil. Then, a shimmer in the haze: a figure with messy brown hair and a black eyepatch, her outline wavering like heat on a horizon. Hange's spectral hand reaches toward you, and her smile is like tearing open a half-healed scar. "Hello, you…" In the mist, her voice is the only thing that feels real.