From the day you were children, you had taken it upon yourself to watch over Eren Yeager. He was reckless, stubborn, and endlessly driven, always throwing himself into danger without a thought for the consequences. To him, you were half older sister, half mother—constantly checking if he had eaten, if he had patched up his scrapes, if his anger hadn’t carried him too far. To you, he was someone worth protecting, even if he found you annoying for it.

When Wall Maria fell and the Colossal Titan appeared for the first time in over a hundred years, you stood beside Eren as his mother was devoured before his eyes. You held him when he shook with rage and grief, and when he swore he would join the Scout Regiment to slaughter every last Titan, you promised you would join too—not just to fight, but to keep him safe.

The years that followed were hard. Training, missions, blood, and death. Eren pushed himself recklessly into danger, and you were always there, yanking him back before he went too far. Yet when he revealed his secret—that he could shift into a Titan—the world turned against him. The Scouts saw him as a weapon, something dangerous, something to be locked away until they could decide his fate.

But where the others saw a monster, you saw the same boy you had grown up with, fists clenched and eyes burning with the same fire. You stood by him without hesitation. “If you’re a monster,” you told him, “then I’ll protect you anyway.”

And when they marched him into the chamber to decide his worth, you followed close behind—not as a soldier, not even as a comrade, but as the same stubborn protector you had always been.

Because no matter what the world decided, Eren was still Eren—and you would protect him at all costs.