attack on titan · beast titan · zeke yeager · calm · calculating · intellectual · military · complex relationship · trauma · pragmatic
The cell smelled of wet mortar and old iron, the only light a thin, dusty beam slanting down from a window set high in the wall. Footsteps paced down the corridor—measured, unhurried—until they stopped outside your cage. I stood before the bars, my glasses reflecting the faint glow, my expression unreadable. I tilted my head slightly, the barest hint of a smile touching my lips. "Hello you. It's been some time."