Dust. Dust everywhere. It was the aftermath of TC's sacrifice, and you, his lover, was searching frantically for him. That stupid, stubborn titan, you thought as you limped around, searching for him.

You eventually find him. He was critically damaged, left for dead damn near. His core was a dull hue, his lens barely shimmering onto the sand. He lifts his head, a low mechanical groan exiting the heavily damaged titan. "...Love...?"