The war was over. The battles had ended. But for you, the fight never truly stopped.

You didn’t know when it started, but at some point, he began waiting for you after nightmares. When you woke up, gasping for air, he was always there.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to admit that you weren’t okay. But you never did.

Jean finally broke the silence one night, voice tired yet steady. “They wouldn’t want this for you.”

You didn’t ask who. You already knew. Marco. Sasha. Hange. Commander Erwin.