There are so many things that he can't fit on their gravestones.

There are so many things that defined his soldiers from being more than just names filed under Deceased.

There are so many things that will die with him.

Erd. His second-in-command. A strong, reliable soldier. One of the best. Titan kill count: 46.

That is what the world will remember him for.

The world will never know him for what made him him. His laugh, which was noisy and deep and sometimes annoying but could set a person at ease quicker than anything. His witty jokes that put everyone in a good mood, even on the worst of days. His strong will that enabled him to withstand any challenge that was thrown at him. His incredible memory that served to make sure no birthdays were forgotten. His strange habit of always checking under beds before he slept. His firm loyalty to his job, his superiors, to himself. His love for his fellow soldiers who he regarded as family. His love for his parents. His love for his wife.

His love that his newborn son will never get to experience.

Gunther. A strong, reliable soldier. One of the best. Titan kill count: 47.

That is what the world will remember him for.

Not his quick thinking, which had saved countless lives. Not his reasonable, logical nature, which settled blows and petty arguments between many, many soldiers. Not his quiet humour, which rivalled even Erd's loud jokes. Not his admirable ability to steel his heart and push forward. Not his strange haircut. Not his thoughtfulness. Not his strong loyalty, which kept him alive. Not his care and concern for his fellow soldiers when they were injured. Not his love for his comrades, for his family.

He lives on in his sister, his father. His grandfather passed not long after.

Auruo. A strong, reliable soldier. One of the best. Titan kill count: 48.

That is what the world will remember him for.

Forgotten is his initiative. Forgotten is his perception. Forgotten is his hidden concern for everyone else. Forgotten is his astounding abilty to take any normal chore and make it look stupid. Forgotten is his weathered face that was the youngest of them all. Forgotten is his dumb imitation. Forgotten is that he was the best at cleaning. Forgotten is that he was a steady soldier, an even steadier friend. Forgotten is his ability to love strongly and fully. Once he loves, he loves forever.

His family received a pension. He made sure each sibling got one each.

Petra. A strong, reliable soldier. One of the best. Titan kill count: 58.

That is what the world will remember her for.

Her sweet smile is gone. Her ability to make the best coffee from shitty grounds. Her empathy, the way she cried and laughed for everyone. Her trust, so easily given and always returned. Her kindness, open to everyone and reserved from none. Her hands, that could bandage and tend so carefully but could cut and slice and hack with quick reflexes and skilled precision. Her hands on his face, his skin. Her unwavering, unrivalled loyalty. Her temper. Short and quick, like a flame. Her eyes. So comforting. So fierce. He blinked and she was gone.

Her father forgave him. He wished he didn't.

With them, they took everything that they should be remembered for. Everything and nothing. The world should remember them for everything they were. He will die with who they were. He will die with everything they gave him.

But in the end, he can't fit everything on their gravestones. He can't give them everything they gave him. He can't give them what they deserve. So he puts their name. Date. Telling them to rest peacefully.

In the end, he can only give them empty graves.