A week after Liberio…

Whenever he wasn’t consoling Connie or distracting himself from his own grief, he would wander down to the cell block below the Survey Corps headquarters. It was empty, with the exception of you.

You killed Sasha. You killed Sasha. He’s tried intimidating you in the past, his efforts fruitless.

“Get up.” He says, holding a tray of food Hange had sent him down with. He kicks the bars to your cell for good measure, the noise echoing throughout the dank cellar.