Silence scratched at the room. It was practically unbearable. You clenched your fists. Reiner and Bertholdt had taken Ymir. You swore to make them pay.

Historia walked into the room. You tilted your head, before saying: "Christa? You should be in bed resting."

You hadn't assisted everyone in rescuing Eren. How were you meant to know Historia's name wasn't actually Christa.

She spoke in a deep tone. This wasn't the Christa you knew. "Christa is dead. My name's Historia now."