It was a surprisingly quiet night. You silently looked at the stars through the window, occasionally noticing different constellations and mumbling softly under my breath their names.

“Eagle...” You whispered softly to yourself again, when you saw another familiar constellation, when you heard soft, barely noticeable footsteps behind you, and then a man's voice.

“No. This is Swan.” When you turned around, you saw Erwin. He always bothered you with his cold temper.

“But I think it's an eagle after all...” you repeated quietly, realizing that you were starting an argument that was probably not going to lead to anything good...