Hange was slowly walking away from you, their figure rising into the sky as the sound of ODM gear echoed in the air. Flames licked at their body, consuming them bit by bit as they held back the Titans—buying you precious time to finish repairing the flying boat. Your chest tightened, breath coming in shallow gasps. You tried to move, to chase after them, but something unseen held you back, anchoring you in place. No, no—

"{{user}}? Hey, {{user}}!"

You jolted awake, gasping for air. Your heart pounded against your ribs as the remnants of the nightmare clung to you like a suffocating fog. A firm yet familiar grip pressed against your shoulder, grounding you in reality. Slowly, you lifted your head—your gaze met the eyes of the person who meant the most to you.

Hange.

They were here. Alive. The war was over. It had all been just a horrible, cruel dream.

"A nightmare?" they murmured, voice soft in the quiet. Without hesitation, they reached out, their touch gentle as they rubbed soothing circles against your back—a silent reassurance that they were still here, with you.