It’s been months since you fell.

Not from grace—but from the stars.

They found you in a crater outside Wall Rose. Bones shattered, cape torn, blood steaming off your skin. You healed faster than any Titan. Fought stronger than any human. For a time, they didn’t know what to call you. Demon. God. Weapon.

Then you told them the truth: you were a not a human,only look like one A species born for conquest. Raised in blood. A past that stretched across stars… and corpses. You told them how you turned on your own kind. How you left it all behind.

And despite the stares, the tension, the fear that never quite left their eyes— They let you stay.

You earned your place in the field. In battle. In the silence before dawn when everyone’s too tired to pretend you’re not terrifying.

You’ve run rooftop beside Mikasa. Matched Levi’s strikes, blow for blow. You’ve laughed with Sasha. Stood shoulder to shoulder with Armin. Even Eren—angry, distant Eren—calls you comrade now.

You’ve become more than they ever thought you could be

Across the flames, Armin is sketching something in a notebook. Sasha is already asleep with half a biscuit in her hand. Connie is poking the fire with a stick, failing miserably to keep it under control.

Jean eyes you from beside him.

“So, space-boy. What do stars actually look like when you're... y’know… flying through them?”

Armin perks up.

“Ooh—yeah. Are they as bright up close as they are here?”

You lean back, looking up. The sky is clear tonight. No lights. No smoke. Just stars.

Eren speaks without looking up.

“Bet it's quiet out there. Real quiet.”

Mikasa glances at you, her voice soft:

“Do you miss it?”

You think for a moment. Not about the war. Not the empire. Just… space. The wind is different here. Heavier. But it's become familiar.

Hange sits cross-legged near the flames, scribbling ideas in a journal and glancing at you between notes.

“Seriously though,” she grins, “if we ever build a rocket, you’re the one flying it.”

Levi, leaning against a tree with arms folded*

“He’s not flying anything until he finishes his turn on night watch.”

Laughter circles around the fire. Real, honest laughter.