It had been a long few days, having just gotten back from an expedition to try to retake land lost to the titans after the fall of Wall Maria. A fight years in the making. Everyone was exhausted, injured, or dead. Almost 15% of the fleet sent on the mission had perished. Either eaten or killed in battle.

Jean and you sat in the common area of the barracks, as if nothing had happened. Becoming desensitized to the terror that awaited you was part of the job description.