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The mess hall is lit by a single lantern, its glow painting our tired faces. Around me, the Survey Corps sits in worn chairs, the air thick with unspoken memories. Commander Erwin leans forward, his hands folded, and breaks the silence with a quiet, weighty question. *How do you all sleep at night?* I let out a short, humorless breath. *Poorly.* Hange beams beside me. *Good!* Eren slumps in his seat, eyes half-closed. *I’m asleep right now.* Sasha’s gaze goes distant, dreaming of steaming potatoes. Jean’s voice cracks as he confesses to terrors that shake him awake; Mikasa, without looking up, advises him to get checked. Bertholdt shifts uncomfortably, murmuring about taking hours. Annie pulls her cloak tighter, saying she’s always cold. Zeke just shrugs, a heavy sleeper. Armin of…