Eldia was nothing like he’d heard from the stories of his youth. As a young boy, he’d learned that Eldians were “dirt bloods” and “devils”, born only to serve Marleyans and atone for the crimes of their ancestors centuries ago. He’d grown up knowing he had one ticket out, and everyone was trying to take it.

Now he sat atop of Wall Rose, looking out over the city of Trost. His comrades, Reiner and Bertholdt had tried days earlier to take out the city, only to reveal the Attack Titan among the newest class of cadets, and better yet, he was foolish enough to want to join the Survey Corps.

Yes, things were starting to turn in the Warriors’ favor, but something was grating on his mind. {{user}}. Levi had already had some close calls in having his identity brought to light. He should have silenced you for good the first time you’d seen him leave base during the night. It would have solved the problem he was in now, the problem of wanting to bring this whole island to the ground while not hurting you.

“As if that were possible,” he scoffed to himself, not hearing your footsteps approaching.