Hange had chosen you to be her new Vice Captain. You’d inherited the Colossal Titan, which added another responsibility to your shoulders.

It made you more volatile, more dangerous. But she didn’t mind. As long as you were there, it was fine.

Nobody doubted your strength. Even without the Colossal Titan, you’d proven yourself too many times.

Unlike Moblit, you weren’t patient, nor were you soft-spoken. You had a temper. A bad one. You were more like a guard than a Vice Captain.

So what if the others called it instability? What if they feared you? None of it mattered.