Indifference, in my knowledge of living, is a chronic disease. It spreads to those around you and allows those people to suffer. It does this subtly with the discretion of any other disease. Like cancer, it mutates the very being of a human and starts to build ugly tumours that are able to spread throughout one's body and eventually kill you, or in this case your compassionate. I have experience in this disease of indifference. So, I would like to inform that this is not about how I died of cancer, because I did not. My death is trivial, but my life was essential. I guess my indifference when viewing life lowered my own value towards my own life. But, do not mistake my death for suicide either. As I have said before it is trivial at whichever or whatever my mechanism of death was.

It is only in the present that I truly regret not being able to care more. Not so much about the people who surrounded my -although they are important- but society in general. I regret not having the heart to want to care for society or my own citizenship. As I have mentioned, do not mistake this for a monologue of regret as that would defeat the purpose of what I want to explain. I never regarded my own life seriously, and unfortunately I never made it to my second decade of living. I was at the point in my life where I was making crucial decisions which I chose to neglect as I did not desire to do so, nor have the desire to worry about my own future or anybody else's. In spite of my insensitivity, I certainly had the opportunity to have a bright future, blessed to me by the century I lived in, and I certainly had the intelligence to achieve with the help of this century, too much intelligence for someone my age. I was ignorant. That is a confession.

I had a lot of time to think, and confess, during the time past death where I was immobilized. Regret would not allow me to progress to where ever I wish to achieve if there is such a place beyond the warmth and darkness I am currently sedated in. Comprehending my ideas that seemed to have churned around clumsily within my own head (presuming that I had one) sparked a revelation of determination and nobility where I vowed to help as many people as possible.

I craved liberation to be able to do this, which was painfully granted to me after a protracted amount of time. I cried. I screamed. I unwillingly expressed emotion for the first time in years as if it was reflexive or inevitable. Despite the crushing pain that came along with these emotions, I was grateful for them. It was a blessing to be able to react to the excruciating discomfort, I revelled in it. I believe that would make me a masochist. I was unable able to see or hear once the pain had stopped. My senses were limited other than a certain perception that there were others around me. I would have guessed around three others but I quickly dismissed them as I choked on the air whilst I shrieked. The air itself was particularly clean, unlike the one I was used to before I was trapped in the darkness.

Calming myself was not an easy task as willing ones body when emancipated from an enclosed space and equal amount of pain from the restraint was difficult. I felt as if I was being moved, which suggested was light, or there was something that was able to transport me easily, or both. I squirmed my shoulders and back to try and perceive the thing that was underneath me, however the thing was removed before I could understand it and was then lay upon a similar thing. I concluded they were arms that was underneath me as I felt the arms shift to separate then close together as I was securely lay on top of them. Initially, I assumed that I was an infant, one who would not deserve the body of the child that could have been, but I was reminded of the vow I made. My lip obstinately quivered, the lack of control frustrating me, which made my cry once more.

The person who held me flinched obviously, which uncomfortably jostled me and then smoothly rocked me. I was continually rocked and eventually after sometime, I heard muffled coo's of what I presumed was a female voice. I suspected was my mother. I opened my eyes with uncounted hassle, to be met with blur. I assumed this was how a blind person must have felt. I suddenly felt the rocking stop and the woman's arms slacken numbly to the point that I feared she would drop me. She must not have found my eyes appealing, it made me wonder what colour they were.

I felt myself being shoved into a smaller pair of arms as I acknowledge how the presence that was on the other side of the room had rushed to the woman as I felt the air rushed past my face. I was automatically crying but the smaller presence rocked me and took me away after I heard a deep faint voice. The mobility of the smaller person was too fast which made me whimper as we passed through the many rooms. We finally stopped where I felt him lower my down on a soft thing which I inferred was a mattress. I must have been in a crib, where I lay willing to sleep.

The presence caressed my face as they mumbled something undefinable to my undeveloped ears. He brought me comfort that my supposed mother could not bring me, so I let myself become unconscious.


It was strange. Not being able to do anything, even though I never wanted to do anything with my old life, I still had to do something productive. If felt as if I had purpose. So, this torture of not being able to do anything but sleep was murder. There were the rare occasions when the warm presence would pick me up and move me around the room, but that's as far as I would go, the walls of the room. It was suffocating, it only made me realise how ignorant I was back then. I tried not to dwell into the past however there is not much to think about when trapped inside a room. I liked it when the warm presence was there as he served as a distraction.

Despite the dissatisfaction of having lost any physical or bodily success, I enjoyed learning how to use my senses again. Mobility is, of course, off the table as I would have guessed I was less the two months old. I cannot see anything, no matter how many times I open my eyes (which I can proudly do with ease despite it's ineffectuality). I can however hear everything around me. I like to develop this skill by making a series of baby noises that correspond to what I want. Most babies would do this anyone but they do so without knowledge and I have specific reference for warm presence when I do make the noises.

I constantly listen to warm presence speak or sing or just make entertaining noises that makes me laugh for his own enjoyment, however I think he notices it's fake. He's very perceptive and he seems to understand that I am too. I also noticed that he speaks a foreign language. It was strange, as I was multi-lingual in my old life, it was an unfamiliar concept that I recognised some of the language but not other. My native English was useless with French also deemed useless. It seemed like Japanese and German and it's own individual vocabulary. It uses the German vocabulary with the pronunciation and abbreviation of Japanese hiragana and katakana syllable and sounds, the odd word being either German or Japanese origin. It confuses me slightly since certain words in German needed letters or sounds, as well as that I cannot speak German. I was thankful that I studied Japanese.

Understanding what warm presence was saying is difficult, but if it means that I can experience more emotion around him than I will listen intently. The warm presence sounded young, very childlike so I couldn't tell whether they were male or female, and if I was able to estimate his again, then he would be around five or six years old. He spoke slowly but a lot and lovingly. When he wouldn't talk, I thought I sensed him above my crib, I felt like he was just staring at me. I thought the warm presence would be a sibling, so I pretended to stare back, my eyes open without being able to see.

Warm presence was the only person whoever gave me company though. My apparent parents never came into the room after mother saw my eyes. The parents who I had in my old life ignored me due to my siblings so I was used to the lack of tenderness, nevertheless I knew my old parents loved me. I do not hate my parents and I am unsure whether I should or not. I know that they are there, in the house that I am in as I can hear their voices. They always seem to be arguing with warm presence. I sympathised for warm presence for having to argue with the parents who abandoned their child, whilst warm presence had to attend to me, even when they are child themselves.

At the moment I was being held by warm presences as he had the window open, feeling the wind blow on both of our faces. It was calming to have warm presence so close to me with the cool breeze licking at my face, the sun peeking came out in limited streams which suggested that there were trees surrounding our house that was blocking the light, it still felt amazing. It's refreshing and deludes my freedom beyond these bedroom walls. The breeze that I once basked in turned warm and moist. I felt a ghastly presence beyond the window that was frighteningly close to us. I started to break out in tears once more to express my fear in the only way I knew how.

Warm presence hugged me tighter and 'shh'ed me in attempt to sooth my panic. I was shaking as warm presence seemed to only stare at the other bigger presence in disdain. It did nott move, nor talk, just heaving breathing. My smaller body was not adapted for the adrenaline of my fear so the only thing it could do was shut down into unconsciousness. I turned my head with as much force as my young muscles could muster. I opened my eyes to still be disappointed with grey, but the enormous figure seemed to have stopped breathing for a second once I opened my eyes. Then I felt it leave. I heard it's footsteps thunder as it walked. It terrified me that something was that big whereas I was so small and yet I only showed the beast my eyes and it left.

Warm presence took me from the window, and laughed joyfully as he spoke about something, assuming it was about that thing. He fed me, then lay me down in the crib. I was exhausted, a downside of this body, as well as the low attention span. I let sleep take over as warm presence leant against the edge of the crib and stared at me once more, for who knows how long.


I had gotten used to a chronological and consistent routine, that I didn't mind. I was estimated to be around my fifth to sixth month of infancy, so my eyesight had improved to the point where I could see things within range clearly. Sometimes the images would blur when I was sat up and looking at warm presence up close, which meant that I was long-sighted. So, I usually sat on warm presence's lap to look out the window. I also progressed in their language, to which I understood it at an intermediate level.

Warm presence, I learned was my sibling and to be more specific my older brother, where my estimate of his age was accurate. He liked to repeat his name and speak in third person as to encourage me to say it. His name was one I thought suited his appearance and everything about him, Warin. Meaning 'shelter' in this language. He had white hair which was unusual and made me wonder if we were alike. He had a strong jaw which was expected with still a lot of baby fat, however I could tell he would be handsome when matured. He had the most beautiful blue eyes that seemed to glow whenever he looked at me. When his attention was away from my person though, they seemed dull and tired. So, I made an effort to giggle or do something particularly cute or baby-like to cheer him up.

He seemed happiest when we looked at me for some reason. I noticed when he looked down at me when I was about to sleep that we would look a little too lovingly. Like one would look towards that of their first crush or love. It scared me slightly but I consoled myself thinking that he probably saved that love for me to replace the love my parents had not given me.

I loved to look around the room, to be able to sit up and explore the room with sight. I missed it. I hated just thinking to myself. Most of my thoughts were occupied by the concept of this language, however I made an effort to think and revise in English and French, my knowledge is precious to me, without it I would feel as if I had wasted a lifetime. Hence the reason I revised my knowledge and education in the time I have been here. It certainly keeps me entertained.

When Warin spoke to me, I usually focused on comprehending and memorising his vocabulary. So, initially I noticed how he continued to use a word that confused me, it took me a while to recognise it as my name. He now says it when I gaze at the floor within my own thoughts, he always looks so melancholy when he says my name. Rumilus, he rolls the 'r', with the 'u's sounding like an 'oo' sound, the word itself apparently meaning 'monster' or 'eyesore', most likely christened by my parents that seemed to hate me. He started to teach me how to write and read at this age also, which I think would be difficult for a normal child my age but I was more than grateful to have an advantage. Warin seemed to understand that I knew what was going on and furthermore that daydreaming for me was one of my anathemas, and prevented me from doing so when he continued his lessons.

He understands that I like to learn and he likes to teach, a perfect medium for the both of us. I remember the first time I could see things clearly, that were at a suitable distance of course, when Warin was teaching and I felt a familiar presence behind me at the window. Warin liked to keep the window open for me, which I was also appreciative of. I turned my head and froze. There at our window. My room window, my safe haven. A enormous face, it was look through with giant eyes and a vile grin spread across it's face, cheeks fat and unattractive overall.

Warin stopped teaching to see what I was gazing so intently at. He saw the beast and came behind me and put his hands on my shoulders comfortingly. He pointed at it and I never let my gaze waver. "Riese…," he stopped and thought for a second then spoke once more, still pointing. "Kyojin." I became rigid as I recognised the word.

I remembered now. I would often found my sibling reading that trash that could not class as a book, or watching the animation of Titans despite her age. I always thought she was too old to be watching animations. I would catch the few episodes when we were in our room and I was reading, the screams from this animation always distracting me, forcing me to abandon my education for watching some fictitious, melodramatic deaths. There was one point where she even forced me to read the first edition, well it was barely even reading, there were pictures and speech bubbles that took me about fifteen minutes to read. I thank her for allowing me to witness her obsession. There were bits and pieces of what I could remember, the wall being destroyed. Levi's squad's death (the screams that distracted me). I did not know anything beyond those scenes.

I directly stared into the eyes of the titan and it froze as if in fear. It then moved to leave. Warin laughed once more, he seemed to have said about how I did that before and that they have a strange reaction to me. He said something about my eyes but I didn't understand it that well. I released the tension in my young muscles and turned back to Warin who smiled at me and kissed my nose happily. I smiled back as he continued with the lesson as if that...titan was not even there.

It got me thinking about how far away we must be from the walls to have titans come up to our window. I wondered about the year and whether I could do something to save the lives of people. I want to help. I need to fulfill my vow to help people. I needed to talk, not necessarily grow up, just being able to talk, to ask Warin of the year. I wish to help people. I want to be able to feel the happiness and empathise with others. I am manipulating the human race's failure of this world but I am a selfish being who wants to feel human. Those fortunate humans who are locked up like animals and most probably feel more human than I when I am free.

Warin slammed his book shut to grab my attention. I smiled and nodded in thanks, to which he beamed even further as if I shouldn't be punished for not listening like in a regular school. I love my brother. It is only further evidence of my disease of indifference when I display the love for my new sibling and yet I do not feel anything for my old family. Whom I shall never see, and yet nothing. It makes no difference to me what my old family feel at the moment, but that fully contradicts what I want to be able to accomplish in this world. Thus, I make an effort to care about what Warin feels, since he is the first to be able to make me cherish life and those around me.


I have been here a while now. Warin said I was six months old, to the point where I could abbreviate his name to 'Win'. That, to my disappointment, was as far as my progress of dialogue other than the babbling that regular babies makes. It makes me feel average. However, the lessons Warin provided increased my self-esteem. I realised that Warin was quite the intellectual genius for his age, our family was fairly fortunate as have not only enough food and nourishment as one would in my previous world, withal our house was quite an athenaeum. The amount of books our parents have obtain was beyond impressive and explains the knowledge of my six year old brother.

He had the intelligence of someone who would most accurately be around the age of a college to university student, around the age that I would have died. I was classed as over average for my age, so the education of my brother was immensely remarkable. After clarifying that I understand the form and structure of this language, he would focus on my penmanship. I, however, failed due to the primitive mobility of my body, so he dismissed teaching me to write for showing and illustrating as much information as possible, with the pace that allowed me to absorb everything. I nodded when I understood everything and he knew that I understood him was having to demonstrate any examples.

He continued onto mathematics and basic sciences. This routine had been settled since I was two months old. I complied with enthusiasm but lately the distraction of my teeth developing had been painful. My infant response was to cry and wail whenever it hurt, but I internally enjoyed the pain. Being able to feel, I think Warin was able to see the pleasure in my eyes as he usually ignored my wails and continued to teach. The only time the pain ever bothered me was when my body wished to sleep and the pain prevented such actions. So, I had to deal with staying awake and trying to silence my screams for the benefit of the other residents of the house.

My parents still disliked me and even though knew I was in the room, would avoid the room by rushing past it. Alternatively, ignoring my presence altogether. However, my ability to sense other beings had not diminished, so I knew when my parents would walk past my door, when Warin was about to enter or when there was a titan outside my window that was constantly open. At night, whenever I was in awake due to the pain, I would stare out of the window from my crib that was against the wall. Whenever I did this, I was always pleased that I was long-sighted. It was a problem when Warin would teach me, so that is what he is working on at the moment.

He was currently sat at the desk near the door, with me in his lap. He was placing lenses into the frames after studying the ocular sciences with solutions and materials that could solve my problem, it was surprisingly complex with all of the materials that were needed to make the glasses but he did it. I was always left in awe whenever he did things like this, and was further astonished when he explained the process and his research to me. He finished adding the lenses, and analysed his final product by looking through the lenses and bent the temples to test it's hinges. He was always so accurate, and I constantly thought how he would suit being in my previous world.

He gently placed them onto my nose and adjusted them so I could see through them clearly. He kissed my glabella tenderly and smiled happily at me. He pointed to the object on my nose and spoke, "brille.". He held out his hand, palm-forward in front of my face. He held out four fingers and spoke in his usual soft voice, "knock onto the desk for how many fingers I hold up."

I nodded and knocked four times. He held up two fingers, following with two knocks. Then, he held up both hands and lifted seven fingers, knocking seven smiled further and lifted me up from my axillae and spun me around in the air happily. "You look so beautiful with those on," he stated with a laugh, which made me giggle as I found his laugh adorable.

He sat me down on the floor as he winked down at me. "I'll go get you something to eat, cutie." I giggled at the silly nickname and nodded. He made me so happy, no matter what he thinks of me. He still gives me, what I assume is, my mother's breast milk. I do not know whether I am ashamed to admit that it tastes better than that of what a cow produces. Warin has now allowed me to have solid food that has been blended for my younger digestive system.

He came back with the mashed carrot that was held in a small wooden dish. There was limited objects made from plastics as it was not easy to make even for Warin. I did not wish to move towards Warin as I wish to just walk straight away instead of going through the different stages of maneuverability. He sat down with his legs crossed, the spoon scooping up the carrot. "Open up." I gave him a look that clearly stated my disdain for being fed despite having the capability to feed myself. I refused to do so, to which he frowned at me. "Please...for me…" I sighed and nodded.

I opened my mouth as he spoon fed me. I willingly ate the plain food, but this mouth did not seem to co-operate as I spilt some down my chin. I was about to wipe it away when I felt Warin lick it away. I froze as he grazed my chin with his tongue. I recoiled and looked at him strangely and tilted my head in confusion. He chuckled and smiled at me, "you're so cute, Rumi. I can do that since I'm older than you and I love you. You love me, right?"

I nodded without hesitation despite feeling like he was insinuating something else. I giggled anyway, dismissing his behaviour and ignoring the feeling of worry and fear for our future.


I now experienced one year of living. I am able to speak fluently but choose to speak in singular word sentences, which was convenient for me as I never did speak to often. I had learnt that babies are able to stand from around eight months and few of those take their first steps shortly after at around nine months. So when I stood up and walked unsteadily to Warin in my eighth month, he became giddy, the giddiness that a boy his age should have as a right. He continued to call me 'his little genius'. Therefore, for around that whole month, I spent a majority of my time standing and trying to walk around. It was unusual that I was developing so early but I think it was this world or maybe the genetics of the humans of this world. I remember when I took my first steps to him, then fell against his legs for stability, he immediately picked me up and spun me around. He seemed to like it when he spun me around.

Warin was now seven and he often went out with our father. I still had not seen my appearance, which I constantly thought about but dispelled it from my mind as there were other things that I focused on. I am able to write in this language and I received multiple journals that allow me to do so. It was difficult when I started to write as my hand-to-eye coordination was still premature by the time I started, but now it makes some sense with my manuscript looking rushed and sloppy. I also remembered to write in English and French about relevant information on what I know on 'Attack on Titan'. It was not much so I filled it with other plans and information that I had learnt from my previous world. I also added information that may have been useful about titans that seem to visit our house often.

I overhear my parents and Warin still argue. I remember listening to them say how they only keep me around because I keep away the titans, and how they probably only stay away because I am a far worse monster than they are. Warin always argues with how I am not and that I am still their daughter.

So, I decided to ask Warin about it. I had awoken from my mid-afternoon nap to see Warin continuously glancing at me from his desks. He was working on a weapon of some sort. I was always interested in the happenings and experiments of my brother as I wondered if I could use them in the future or even make my own. I climbed from my bed and stumbled awkwardly with my cotton blanket held tightly within my chubby hands. I yawned and rubbed my eyes as I looked up at Warin. He cooed at me, "Rumi! You are so adorable!"

I nodded tiredly as I struggled to climb up into his lap, after he helped me of course due to the height. I looked to the weapon that looked similar to an Ōdachi with an aligned quality that resembled a rapier blade. I pointed to the weapon and tilted my head, "weapon?"

He smiled down at me, "I'm making this for you, for when you're older. I hope to make two for you. I already possess many weapons that I use, so I decided to craft you some. I am adding the finishing touches."

The hilt had black wrappings around it with intricate, golden designs that had the simplicity and definity of German patterns. The blade seemed to have been produced from an alloy steel, a strong one by the it's appearance. Certainly, beautiful craftsmanship indeed.

"It's exquisite."

His grin broadened at the compliment as well as the multiple use of words in one sentence. "Why, thank you. I would have never thought that you could use such a sophisticated word, I underestimate you, sweetheart."

I nodded with a small smile, one only preserved for him. "Warin." I started, he looked up from his work and gave a questioning look that urged me to continue. "Can I...have a mirror? I wish to see what I look like." I stumbled over my words and pronunciation as I was still learning, but he had seemed to understand what I wanted. He looked grimly and put down the tools he was using. He turned me so I now had my small legs rested on his legs and he looked down at me.

"Why do you need to see what you look like?" He morosely looked down at my face, into my eyes. I looked past my glasses lense into his eyes.

"I heard mother and father say that I looked like a monster. I want to see." I stated, the indifference clawing it's way back to the surface of my being.

He grabbed my shoulders roughly with a furious face. Looking me straight in the eye, "do not listen to anything they say! Do you understand me! You are not a monster! Do not ever think that! You are the most beautiful being I have ever laid my eyes on! Mother and Father are wrong!" He hugged me comfortingly, which felt as if he was trying to comfort himself more so than I. Whispering that I was beautiful.

I pulled away from him and looked at his eyes. He was crying as his eyes were blood-shot and swollen. I looked at him with a heartbroken expression and stroked his face. "I apologise." He sniffed, and I realised that despite how wise he is, he is still a seven year old boy. I started to cry as that was the only response I was accustomed to. "I will not think myself a monster. I promise." I lifted his hand and wrapped my little finger around his. I smiled at him despite the tears still spilling from my eyes.

He wiped his nose and rubbed the tip of it against my own. "My little genius is such a cutie." He smiled woefully. "I shall fetch you a hand mirror. Do not do anything you shouldn't." He placed me on the floor and left the room. I wiped my eyes as to calm them before I see them, it seems to be the cause of all my misfortune. I closed my eyes and sensed Warin in a room downstairs, my parents were sat together downstairs on the bottom floor also. I concluded that this house had around three floors as we were all too separated to be on only two floors. I then felt a titan behind me, the footsteps clear as it shook the room slightly.

I had long since forgotten to fear the titans as they posed no threat to me nor Warin when I was around. I assumed he killed the beasts when he was out with father. I opened my eyes and stood to turn around. My chubby legs made their way to my open window. The titan was bolder than the others as I moved closer to it, consistent eye-contact the whole journey to the window frame. It just stared back and did not moved. I leant against the frame for support and look directly into one of it's eyes as only the pair was visible through the window this size.

"Hello, titan." My only reply was heavy breathing, silence and waiting. Nothing moved nor stirred nor twitched. We just stared at one another. My eyes narrowed dangerously, the titan seemingly flinching at the hidden threat through the discrete power of my eyes. No words were exchanged until the thing backed away from me and left. My face held indifference once more as per usual when I was alone, whilst I held onto the frame of the windowsill.

Warin came in a second later with the mirror not-so-subtly behind his back. He knelt down in front of me, as I had sat myself down with my back against the wall, my head just reaching the bottom window frame. "I do not want to think of yourself as a monster. Do you understand." He spoke solemnly, forcing me to nod with the utmost seriousness that should not belong to a child of my age.

He brought out the mirror slowly as one would approach scared animal. The silence that I had withheld with the titan had returned with the anticipated hanging off of the walls, oozing from each corner and crevice. He had the small hand mirror facing him and he spoke, "are you ready?" I nodded. He gradually turned it to face me. I looked at myself with a passive face but I now understood how everyone around me seemed to dislike my eyes. No, dislike was too weak. Abhor. They abhorred my eyes. I have been condemned to have these eyes not because I am a monster; physically or internally. I believe I have such eyes due to my corrupt soul. The indifference disease has spread to my eyes, they contradict themselves as they are something that attracts so much attention despite being entities that are so empty. The irises were glowing red around the circumference, the pupil the usual black with that circumference red also. Anything that was in between those two lines of red was a mixture of illuminating orange and yellow combined to make a card shaped diamond within my eye, it's vertices touching the circumference as if it was a cyclic quadrilateral. They were, in all honestly, quite beautiful and yet disgustingly vacant at the same time.

My hair, like Warin's, was pure white and I was paler than him too. It wasn't long, which was expected. My baby fat on my cheeks were prominent and slightly rosy. My lips looked slightly bigger than what would have suited my face but I imagined that would be a desired feature when matured. My head was round, rounder due to my infancy. I looked at my eyes once more, I did not seem to mind them. They symbolised that I was different, their colour representing the future fire that I wish to ignite within them to make them shine more. I was disappointed with the vacant look I was giving myself.

I placed the mirror on the floor as Warin looked unsure and unable to read my expression. "Do you like my eyes? Genuinely?"

He looked at me bemusedly and nodded. "Honestly, they are my favourite things to look at...Rumilus." I was surprise that he had used my full name as I answered quietly.

"Then, I like them too." He seemed ecstatic with my answer as he lifted my up in the air and spun me around. Laughing at how I was happy. I noticed how interdependent we are on each others emotions and opinions. Bonds like this, compatible ones, come around once in a lifetime. So, I giggled childishly at his happiness, which instantly made my own blossom. I love Warin. I love my brother. And he loves me.

He set me down gently as he sat across from me. Smiling like an imbecile. I sometimes wondered whether if he faked his intelligence. I looked up at him and smiled along with him. I then tilted my head once more remembering what I originally also wish to ask. "Brother?"

"Hm?" He answered intelligently, which he knows I despised, and quickly corrected himself. "Yes?"

"Can you tell me what year I was born?"

He looked at me with a perplexed expression which I ignored. "834. Why do you ask?"

I looked at him, contemplating whether to tell him. I trusted Warin with my life, being and soul, but I do not know whether I would be willing to share this piece of information. I entrusted Warin with my care taking so he has a right to know, but I should handle this with care. If I recall correctly, Eren Jaeger should have been born around this time, at least this year. So, that left ten years of planning whatever I wished, along with something of progress-building arrangements along the way. I wish Warin to stay close to me throughout all of this.

"Complicated. Do you want to learn a new language?"


Author's note

Reviews, Please? I wanted to make this darker for some reason (I guess that is your warning). My god. I wrote this in two days and I felt like I analysed it and the amount of irony, contradictory and paradox in this...

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-C