A titter all but emits atwixt the languor of her silence, a simper as if he’s withering away in the depths of delusion. He knows not what he speaks of. A vacuous notion that is. Eren…an omen? A boy, yes, more than eager to fulfill his vengeance against behemoths by liberation of mankind. A boy impulsive and angry in his own right…yet that tenacity and drive is the root of salvation. Not death.
An inkling of hope all of humanity could hardly fathom. Such a long time without a form of closure… A savior. Our…savior.
" — You don’t know what you’re talking about." She refuses to believe. Dismisses any threat to the faith she harbors for him, a warrior none to facilely influenced by the likes of a stranger claiming to be a God.
” —— - I am a soldier of the Scouting Legion. I know what I signed up for.”
To be a mentor. To fight. To bring victory amidst strife. To care for those in need. She wouldn’t fail.
❛ & you are of mettle
of bone, of blood, of heart
of man.❜
A cant of the head is all that he offers the challenge that she rebuffs to him.
He’s been around long enough to understand, in some infallible notion or the other, that Man is a being founded not in their truths, or their history, or in the betterment of what they have become through the years and the decades and the centuries, more so than Man is a being founded in their facts turned faults, their dreams turned to dust, the divide that should forever keep them grounded. As birds without wings hope never to fly, man shall never hope to understand the splendid tragedy that is their own mortality. And it’s not loathing for the boy that brings him to this, that brings him to her, but what he sees before him is more than just another soul to the call, what he sees is something breathing and living, she shines bright with something akin to heavenly sunshine; ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛs sʜᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴛʏ, but it’s what he feels, it is something empty, and echoing, ᴠᴀsᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴄʜᴀsᴍ ᴏғ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ.
She i’s good and she is strong and when she’s gone, he knows,
he’ll know like he knows the very steady beat of his heart, that
someone will need her, sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍɪss ʜᴇʀ.
she will leave in the wake of her rotting corpse
a new breed of anguish that the boy will come to taste, and to know, ẳ̶͍̮̲͕̝̐͊̈n̶̥̞̠͍̱̉̌̾̄͐d̷̡̠̲̦̘̈́̔͐̽̕ ̶̡͉͖͓͔̐̌̈̎̋ẗ̶̬̼͚͕̦̌͗̈͝ơ̸̼̰̩̙̼̇͗͌͒ ̸̗̲͉̩̭̍̒͐̑͊h̸̛̜͎̖͍͕̓̋̒̈́ã̵̹̠͚͈͍̽̈́̂̈t̶̖̥̼̥̠̅͆̔͋͛e̸͚̘͍̲̦͒̑̋̐̉
It’s a tragedy, It’s a misery, it’s what life is, in the midst of war, and he warns her now because when she’s broken into bits that will never fit together again, the only bones that she will leave behind are the bones of faith. And those to turn to dust all too quickly.
"----- ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ
& you better hope I'm wrong
but do me a favor before you forget me?
don’t let the ghouls overwhelm you when you’re trying to get to the other shore.”
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