Blood, all I can remember now is blood and despair. After so many years I am beginning to forget about my own parents. One would think that being a prodigy would give me some sort of immunity to memory loss, but that does not seem to be the case. I can remember the most complicated 3D maneuver tactics, but when it comes to my Papa's smile or Mother's smell I draw a blank. Those are the times that I really hate myself, I should be able to remember them, I should be able to picture them as clearly as my younger self.
The wind ripping through my hair calms down, the motion reminds me a little of my mother and how she used to brush my hair whenever I was scared. I keep going faster and faster, the leather straps digging into my body with the force of my propelling. If only I could stop thinking about my past, and my family, I could go to sleep. I look up trying to find the moon that I know will remind me of my mother. The momentary distraction made me miss the fact that one my hooks has malfunctioned and I am left falling to the ground unable to think about a way to stop my fall. Before I can use my gas to arrest some of the momentum of my fall, I feel something hit me from the side, before I am smashed against a tree with someone trying to cushion the impact. I had felt so relieved that someone had come to save me and thinking it had been Eren I let my body go limp, but it had not been Eren the one who had saved me, it was someone else. I felt a blinding pain in the back of my head and right before I lost consciousness I heard a male voice cursing against my neck.