The shower runs behind him. He stands in front of the bathroom mirror for a while, staring at himself. He holds a towel around his waist. His eyes. His hair. His face. He places a hand against the cool glass, wiping the steam away so he can see. Why does this feel wrong?

He touches a finger to his cheek, tracing where the markings of his titan would be found. A breath escapes him. He shakes it off and gets in and out of the shower as quick as possible before returning to the barracks.