No matter what you could say, I would never think any differently.

Erwin was a commander of a high military to fight against the titans. Yeah, sure, he was supposed to be respected, hell, he even held a higher position than I did, yet I couldn't muster up the respect for him.

He was a handsome man, I can even admit that. Well, he would be handsome if he didn't have those….things. He had a fine, chiseled face, lacy blonde hair that was rich as honey, and icy, ruthless, and dispassionate blue eyes, his lips were even carved perfectly with the rest of his face.

He was a genius. He was the one who came up with most of the team selections and locations when we were going to take on the titans and go into a fierce battle. He always had the perfect plan, the best strategy, and yet… those despicable things planted firmly above his eyes ensured the fact I could never appreciate him like everyone else did.

My faith in humanity was gone.

How did everyone look at him and instantly salute and not question why?

How could everyone instantly respect him?

How could no one tell him to pluck those damn eyebrows!?

Those caterpillars… those titan-sized bushy-brows…those hairy maggots imbedded atop his eyes… he probably has more eyebrow fur than actual hair atop his head!

I'd sooner die from those monstrosities known as his eyebrows than die by the hand of a titan.