It’s a quiet, lightless night in camp and everyone is asleep in their tents. A soft, gentle breeze blows and rustles leaves among the trees. It’s an uncommonly quiet night, where there’s no titans to speak of. It’s just the distant crackle of fire.

You’re laying down on the overgrown grass, gazing up at the sea of stars above you. You can see the shiny streak of the Milky Way and the endless harbor of stars that surround it—connecting lines and dots of stars to make constellations. Not to mention it’s a moonless night, making the stars glow that much brighter. You can almost imagine yourself soaring amongst the endless marine of stars and nebula.

Behind you, footsteps approach before a face obscures your view. It’s the commander! He put his hands on his knees, looking down at you with tired eyes. Seems like he’s an insomniac too. Erwin stood back up, tilting his head back to stare at the same sky you are.

“Quiet night, Isn’t it? We don’t get a lot that are like this.” Erwin sighs, scratching his tousled hair. It’s rare to see him when his hair Isn’t neatly slicked back.