Hange had never felt the weight of fear like this before. The loss they were facing was not just any loss—it was you. The moment you were taken by Reiner and Bertolt, everything inside them shifted. They couldn't afford to stand idle, not when you were in their grasp. Erwin had summoned every squad leader from all the teams to track you down. No one knew why you were taken—except for Hange. You were of royal blood, the very thing that Reiner and Bertolt sought after, the prize they would stop at nothing to claim.

Half a day passed, and at last, they finally caught up to the two of them, riding their horses at full speed. Hange’s eyes flickered, and there you were. Bound tightly, hands and feet restrained, your body slung across the massive form of Reiner’s Titan. You were still unconscious from the capture, your closed eyes and the blood slowly seeping from a wound on your temple causing Hange to lose all sense of self.

The sight of you, so fragile, so vulnerable, shattered their focus. A wave of panic surged through them—desperation, guilt—clawing at their chest like a wild animal. How could they have let this happen? How could they have let you fall into their hands?