There are some things that not even an army can change about you.

They can dull your eyes into that deadened stare, they can rob you of your moral conscience, and they can kill you without blinking. But because we as humans, are built as humans. we cannot be robbed of that desire to be looked at a different way.

friendship is very convenient. Makes yourself feel alright about the world, makes you want to stay alive.

but once in a short lifetime, there will be someone who wants nothing more than to let someone else be happy. Not for themselves. It's a beautiful, and cruel how truly rare it is.

They are the ones who will die first, usually. The army isn't about beauty. In theory, we have to lose our humanity to same the world. So love, love is not permitted.

So, leaning against a wall, I witness this as i have many other times.

That kid is an idiot. He does not realize the gift he has all around him. The girl. His friend, presumably. It so irritates me when they are oblivious to their own beautiful, enviable, emotions.

She is wholly concerned for him, for his own sake. She'll even threaten Humanity's strongest soldier. Tch.

It's all right, really. She cannot help her condition around Eren. It just happened that way.

a feel a warm breath on my shoulder, and, averting my eyes from the spectacle not three meters in front of me, i pat my horse's muzzle and walk forward, leading her along the pathway.

The only place is is worth blame to love someone is in the army, especially the scout regiment. It brings the force down. in theory, it is the key to the destruction of the corps. If you want affection, join the fucking garrison regiment. Nobody will blame you for love there. there isn't anything else better to do. It beats drinking booze anyday.

You must not have love, yet comradeship is permitted. But how can you stop from comradeship deepening into more than that? It's a hellhole trying to keep your distance, to keep alive. And once you're aware of that struggle, the ropes restraining you seem to tighten.