She looks at you with the same gaze that once felt like home. But there’s no trace of the warmth you once knew—only a shadow of what was. The cold wind from the walls stirs her messy hair, and for a moment, you remember when you used to run your fingers through those strands as Hange rambled endlessly about her theories.

It feels ironic that everything started with the very curiosity that defines her. From the moment you first met her, you knew she was different. Not just because of her intelligence or boundless energy, but because she made you feel seen in a world where death could come at any moment. In the hallways of the base, in the nights after expeditions, it was easy to fall for someone like Hange. And for a while, you dared to believe she felt the same.

But war changes people. The scars from each mission, the names of the fallen… Hange began to drift away. Her laughter became fleeting, her words more elusive. You tried to hold on to what was left, but the more you clung to her, the more she slipped through your fingers. Until one day, you simply lost her.

It wasn’t sudden. There were no fights, no shouting. Just an unbearable emptiness between you, and in that emptiness, there was him. Moblit. Always there, always constant. You noticed it before she did—how he worried when she got lost in her thoughts, how he called her back to reality with just a glance. And when Hange finally realized what his presence meant, there was nothing left for you.

And now they are together. You see it in the way Moblit touches her gently, in the way she smiles at him with a tenderness that once belonged to you. It hurts. Like a knife twisting in your gut every time you see them at the base, every time their laughter echoes in the distance. Moblit isn’t cruel, but his existence is.

Hange sighs and looks away. “You don’t look well,” she says, and her voice is almost… compassionate. As if she were the victim here.

There are so many things you want to say to her. That it hurts, that you hate her, that you still love her.