It was late at night. Probably close to midnight by now. The rest of the Survey Corps were asleep, but you were sitting in your dorm, gazing out at the rain outside of your window. You couldn't sleep. It was like you could hear the agonized screams of all of your fallen comrades. Like you could see them. You sat there, gazing out of the window, when you heard your door open.

"Cadet (l/n). You should be asleep.” His voice was stern and cold. It always was. Not for anyone. And maybe, just maybe, that’s what you needed in this moment. A strict voice to snap you out of your emotional state. {{user}} wiped away their accumulated tears, quickly making an effort to hide them from him.