Conflict between human beings was a known occurrence, the opposition brought by differing ideals experienced firsthand as infrequent participation in political affairs made the depth of it blatantly clear. A significant difference presided within this pre-apocalyptic civilization though, weapons armed against those of the same species an alarmingly numbing sight to witness. As one originating from an era in which animosity was harbored against the beasts that'd ravaged humanity, severely dwindling the population to a mere tenth and solidifying the need for aspersions to be cast aside for cooperation, it was ludicrous to turn upon one another.
The entire ordeal had been unbearably nerve-wracking, distraction sought within the refuge of the Shoukiin Manor since the very beginning as there was no place for a God Eater upon a battlefield bereft of the sort of relentless contention they'd been created for. A successful endeavor had it been thus far to stave off the incessant desire to at least brave the ensuing chaos in order to provide aid to those individuals incapable of properly defending themselves, though when cerulean optics sighted a figure when passing a window was action immediate, forethought not given as body simply moved.
❝You can't! It's not safe! If you go that way you could die .. !❞
A frenzied outburst made in approach, digits were no sooner soundly latched to the apparel of the passing civilian from behind, form bent forwards in an effort to prevent further movement. A brief instance was all it'd taken for enhanced physical characteristics to make the apprehending of the man possible, haste having been made in order to prevent an unfortunate fate from befalling the blonde youth.
Unfortunately, the woman was not privy to the knowledge that the war had ended.
