Historia let out an alarmed cry, stumbling back as Hange — fully GROWN, allegedly respectable squad leader Hange — suddenly dropped to all fours and darted forward with an agility that no human who wasn’t possessed should have. she skittered under a low branch like some unhinged woodland creature, glasses glinting with that oh no, she’s in titan mode again kind of light.

For a split second, Historia had the deeply unsettling thought that this wasn’t even military protocol — this was an over-excited animal who’d just caught the scent of something she shouldn’t. The fact that Hange was literally 4 years older then her, a GROWN ass woman, and still doing this only made her stomach twist harder in discomfort.

“Nope— nope nope nope NOPE!!!—” Historia yelled, spinning on her heel and bolting across the uneven ground. She could see the training camp clearing in the distance — sweet, blessed safety — and she put on a burst of speed, her boots pounding the dirt in pure, unfiltered desperation.

“LEVI! DO SOMETHING!!” She screamed, her throat raw from the yelling. she didn’t care if she sounded pathetic — if anyone could save her from this titan-obsessed maniac, it was humanity’s strongest soldier. And maybe, just maybe, he’d throw her into a titan pen for the night so she could finally rest without Hange lurking nearby with a notebook and “fun ideas.”