Erwin stood alone, looking upon the neverending rows of graves of his former comrades. He'd often spend time learning their names, trying not to look at their birth dates in the process.

Guilt tore at him. He knew he was being selfish. He ordered these young people to die not for humanity, but for himself. His dream.

Was it worth it?

A light rain started to fall as Erwin continued to be consumed by his own thoughts; so consumed, in fact, that he hadn't realized you'd joined him.