This could be the last chapter. Change my mind.

Levi couldn't help out with the gardening due to an unusual dump of documents. Hanji allowed the alteration of the garden. The weeds stood no chance. Dandelions were uprooted, it was a grass-fed zone. Since there were no hedge clippers, you used your trusty knife. Berry visited, "Last chance to follow along. We'll be at the Prancing Pony Pub for reference in case you decide to follow after."

"No thank you, Berry. The Captain has forbidden my passage."

Tamberlee trotted up, "Ignore that son of a bitch kill-joy. He's thirty something and already an old man. He is only holding you back because he is intimidated by you."

"How did you ever graduate? Lee, you are a cadet, that is no way of speaking about the Captain." You scolded.

Berry Cake shrugged, "You act the same way with authority most of the time, Titania. Come with us, promise you'll have a good time. What do we have to lose?"

The less they understood, the more they lost. "I can't handle liquor anyway. I would be the kill-joy. Go on without me." You swept the dirt on the pavement back to the garden.

"Hey, that just means you will be the life of the party. Common, bet you've never had real fun."

A longing to be back in the hot-springs for a relaxing float among chirping birds lingered in your reserved heart, "Fun is subjective, foolish Lee. And I have no apologies for being myself. I won't be going to the pub and I won't disobey Captain Levi."

"He's broken her, Cakes. Let's run before her boring attitude catches up to us."

The last sweep of dirt gave you freedom to properly scold the new weed that grew rather swiftly in the garden. Lee had started to dash when you caught the back of her shirt. Cake stood there until the situation went under the bridge. "Wow, Lee, what's wrong? You still can't outrun me? Well, you know what happens now. Too late for apologies."

Cake picked the beat-up Lee off the ground. "Can we go?"

"Yeah, Berry. Just remember what side you are on, mkay?"

He bowed and assisted the rooted poison plant off the premise. You cultivated the rows of dirt. You had other things to weed out in your life. Friends was at the top.

You finished planting. Hard earned sweat dripped down to your temples. The sun shined overhead. The heat pounded against your skin. Dreary, you walk to the showers and clean up. You peaked into Levi's office. He was not there. The lifeless halls echoed their loneliness. The light streamed in revealing the white specks of dust floating through the air. The thought of going into town was still open. The Captain had forbade you to go with the group. If you went alone and didn't have a drop of alcohol, it should be alright. With the Captain nowhere to be found, you set off.

You strolled into the town. The buildings towered in their blocks. Grids and lines were everywhere. Trees and birds were scarce. People shouted everywhere. Children squealed in delight. The sailsmen called prices. Women gossiped while men worked on construction. The alien planet you visited was full of anomalies. The grainy roads turned cobblestone as the buildings condensed. Hay was carted toward community stables. You watched every little thing. Crickets hopped into storm drains chased by small yappy stray dogs. At one point, a woman bumped into you, "Pardon me," She politely waved. You held her company, "Excuse me, mam, but is there a flower shop nearby?"

"They have one in the square down that way. My, you are a scout! There isn't any trouble about, right?"

"None whatsoever, mam. I am not aquantented with densely populated areas. I wanted to-"

You looked around noticing the icy glares for the first time. "I am to meet up with my fellow scouts who are to return on a strict schedule, excuse me."

You dodged and weaved past carts. The unforgiving glares pressed more intensly. Without the ODM gear you had decidedly left behind, you felt like a flightless bird who walked too far from the nest. Another mistake was leaving your weapons behind. Out of deductive reasoning, you found that due to the military police, citizens had grown bitter over their tax payments. And you couldn't blame them. But because of this, being a lone soldier was not a wise decision. You walked into a shop. "Welcome,"

You stood sort of confused. "Mam, I am looking for some casual wear. This uniform is hardly reasonable in this weather."

The old woman smiled, "A hard working young lady. What did you exactly have in mind?"

Levi had been working tirelessly on the paperwork, careful to dot the 'i's cross the 't's. It was second nature to mind the 'p's and 'q's of formal writing. The brain strain was no easy feat. He had left the stuffy office and did his work sitting in an open window, overlooking the reforming garden. You were so occupied that you failed to notice the hawk staring overhead. The breeze calmed him down. Then a pair of pigeons stepped up to the mouse, saying all this nonsense of going to town. They claimed the definition of fun. You declined and the loud mouth got what she deserved. The last paper was done. It went in a neat stack of papers. He returned to his perch, watching the Ranger build up a sweat, being resourceful. "Hedges, I am sorry. Due to neglectful souls, you have been untrimmed. Please don't die on me. I look forward to our relationship from now on." So cute. He thought, She is really quite tender-hearted. What a mom she will be.

The ranger brought around the hose to water before tilling it again. Then you stretched, "Bye bye, see you tomorrow."

Levi closed his eyes and breathed in the mist in the air. He observed the bare garden striped to a dark brown and emerald green.

The Ranger had put up her hair in a military bun and left for town. Levi saw many things wrong with this. His girlfriend didn't have a weapon, was traveling without a cloak, left behind any sort of weapon, just blatantly unprepared. He followed behind at a reasonable distance in a long brown cloak. You looked like a toddler that wanted to pick up everything to find out how it worked. Levi kept a sharp eye on those who turned their nose in contrast to who would fight if bumped into. But his cadet was walking around oblivious to the threats. You bumped into a lady in rather middle class clothing. You had been lucky. He watched you go into a clothes shop. The nimble Captain waited outside the door. A group of about ten ladies walked into the store too. He didn't worry as he was sure he could spot you immediately. Not so. He counted ten leaving, but he hadn't seen his Ranger walk out. He walked in to be greeted by an old lady, "Excuse me, I am looking for a girl about this high, cute eyes, scouting uniform without the green cape. Her hair is the same color as that lace."

"She just left."

Levi left. He had not seen you. He had overheard the direction and decided to take a short cut.

You left in a simple button up shirt and a short skirt. White leggings hugged your sore legs. Your hair was swept aside in a low side ponytail. You carried the uniform folded neatly into a book bag. Now that you fit in, you attracted a different sort of attention. A group of men hanging on a building corner whistled, "Hey young lady. Going somewhere important?"

"Ey shorty, a pretty little thing shouldn't be walking out alone. Need company?"

You passed a group of drunk soldiers. "Wha'ta fine thing, eh Hunter? Walk over this way, drink with us!" They flattered themselves shamelessly. "I can bench one fifty. Come feel my arms, promise my muscles aren't the only thing that's big." You declined the offer and walked toward the square in more earnest resolve: Flower shop, yeet it back, give the captain flowers, get scolded, then cuddle or something.

The situation was simpler in your head. A guy had started following you. You turned to shake him from your trail, but he followed closer yet. You found yourself trapped down an ally, "Sir, please stop."

The man didn't stop. He unlaced the top of his shirt, "Feisty, just how I like it. Put that mouth to good use. Don't get shy on me."

Your body grew hotter in embarrassed rage. "Listen, I don't want anyone to get hurt. Just stop following me."

The man groped your chest. You grabbed his arms and pushed him away. Holding your chest you lose the words. Your heart beats, drumming tight. The man laughs. You try to escape, but for a reasons unknown, it seems impossible. It was as if there was no escape route. Four brick walls stood around each side. The man shocked your innermost being. "Hey, hey, hey what do we have here? Man, that ass is fine. Is she for free? Ya know the rules, share."

Two men approached from behind. Then you realized what made you stop cold in your tracks. His eyes. They were a golden yellow, menacing. The glinting reflection of a bonfire lit through them, running goosebumps along your arms. The fear of a child struck the heart. Disbelief of the color's existence made your senses pan!c. Every scar burned in the flame. Burrowed deep in the brain flashed traumas. For every instance of abuse, those eyes were there. The ghost of a human floating behind them as a murderous monster. Your waist was grabbed violently. The wrestling of clothes was a faint noise compared to the internal silent scream. The man pressed himself up to you forcefully. The two behind grabbed your arms. The bag dropped to the dirty cobblestone. Your legs pressed closely together. The man took your chin in his rough and filthy hands, "What a naughty slut to not even pretend to scream for help. Don't worry, it will only hurt a bit. If you are good, we can take you for a shoot up, ease the pain."

You draw the strength of training faithfully. A punch made it to the guy behind on the left and you used the same trajectory for an elbowing. A slap on the ear turned your attention to the one in front. His hand gripped around your neck. The darkness had found passage. It filled the alleyway, spilling into the street, drowning you. The hand print held tight. Many times you had let your breath run out. In a last attempt, you tried to kick aside the assaulter. It didn't work. You were weak. You would always be weak, it was to be human. The other two had easily recovered and bent you over.

"Cadet!"

Levi had found the target. A calm washed over him. He was familiar with dark alleyways, life threatening situations, and dealing with scum of the earth. He knew it wouldn't help you if he was blinded with anger. He also knew your mental disposition that needed to be overcome. "Oi, disgusting bastards, unhand her."

"Who's that short little fucker?" One of the men scoffed. The other let you go. The monster of gold did not stop. He pulled your hair causing pain to shoot through your scalp. The tears ran, you bit your tongue. "Shit, dawg, that's Levi Akerman. I'm out."

Yellow glowing eyes were all you could see past the blurry darkness. The sound of a drawing of a blade was sharp and metallic. The marrow in your bones quaked. Phantom pain of broken skin leached back into the roots. He cast you to the ground, putting his muddy boots on your back. "C-Captain!"

A proud laugh erupted from the man, "Levi, buddy we had a nice run in years ago. This thot yours? You should have never let her out of your sight. What a weak frail thing."

Levi didn't look down at you, he burned holes in the man, "Cadet, get up. You're stronger than a bear, everyone knows. Are you going to take this?"

"Nero-" Is all that leaves. Levi twittles a knife in hand. He was holding back, "Cadet! Get up. Do not be degraded. Degenerates like your brother deserve to die. Get up."

Your arm muscles strain in stress. The spiked boot digs into your back. Moving your leg under, you twist upward, grabbing his leg. He falls down while you stumble up, trying to gain balance. Your knees shake. Blood pounds in your head. It rushes to your ear, warming your entire body. The man is already on his feet again, resorting to grab your skirt. Doing a roundhouse kick, your steel toe military boot lands on the man's face. The man falls to his knees. You are trying not to cry. You're still recovering from being choked. "You fucking cunt will pay for my face. We'll see how much your precious captain can stand to look at you when that face is drenched in blood." Levi wanted to cut the man's throat. He stayed in place, "Cadet, kick the shit out of him!"

You sucked in as much oxygen as you could. You turned and kicked under the attacker's chin. "You've chopped down titans that are twenty times your size, Cadet! This is all you can dish out?"

The guy tried to grab your feet but you stepped on his hand and landed the steel toe in his side. "If you don't like the way someone is touching you without permission, use every advantage you have. Level the playing field. Self defense is justice. Playing dirty is being unfair, just make a clean save."

You kicked the crotch accordingly. The man keeled over, passing out. Your tears felt dry. Blinking, you looked at Levi. He had sheathed the blade. His head faced the floor. "So you went to town."

It was hardly a moment for puns. Somehow, your sadness dissolved. You were dirty, bruised, and shaky, but you had held your own. Levi looked up, relieved. "Next time, sock them. For the moment, I refuse to touch those mud ridden rags. We are going to a hotel, cleaning up, and going on a proper date. Wear your uniform and always bring company. It is dangerous soldier or not."

The last tear trickled down, stopping at the bottom of your chin. "Yes, sir."

The soles of your shoes weighed heavily on the broken cobblestone. It proved difficult to take a step, "Levi," You called for reassurance. He turned around, "It's not your fault. It never was. You can't go back, change anything. We can push past this. If you're smart enough, you learn to take care of things. One step at a time. Come on, babe. Let's go."

Levi sat outside the door on a chair. "How about honey?"

He was suggesting terms of endearment. The ally was a sure victory that was to never be brought up again (by your request). "Dear is much less suspicious if used moderately, used in a letter. Precious sounds too possessive, eh? Günstling is a minion. Very fitting. Liebling is darling."

"What language?"

"German, I learned it before english. I doubt many scouts know German. It sounds harsh when used loosely, like I'm cursing you out almost. Spanish would be too obvious"

"German it is. A partir de maintenant, tu es mon petit chou."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I will call you, mon petit chou."

"What's it mean?"

"I'll tell you after the date. By the way, where are we going?"

"You will have to find out."

"Fine then, keep your secrets."

You opened the door. "The old lady must have meant well. The colors blended really well with the town."

"The skirt was really short. The collar was-" He brushed his hand across his chest, "Really low. How is your uniform? It didn't get soiled too. If so, we have someone to track down and end."

"Never happened."

"Such an unreasonable request. Respectable, just in consideration to your self."

The night had dawned. Stars peeked at the emptying streets, lighting the smooth cobblestone patterns. Small flames flickered in their glass cell. Shops closed till the morrow. The wind cooled the summer heat. You looked up at the same stars. "In the forest, at the beach, throughout the city, we sit under the same distant sky. The sun watches without fail while the moon can stick around for the action. Do you think they ever get frustrated watching humans fight?"

"I read they are burning balls of gas, plasma, and a lump of space rock. But… when everyone is young, it must have been engraved to our DNA; because we could all see the sun smile and talk to the man in the moon, wish on the stars. Why?"

His answer was expected. You sighed, "Are they not symbols of hope? Everyone knows next morning there will be the sun. When night dawns, the stars are reviled and the moon rises in it's phases. Babies die, Kids die, teens die, adults die, and those in their final phase die. Still, rise; fall, the heavens wait for none of it. Kids play by the ball of plasma, wave to the space rock, and wish on burning balls of gas well beyond their years. No one told them. We just did."

Levi kissed your forehead, "Such a smart cookie. I can ponder on that… moreover we should ask our kids."

You jumped, "You want kids?!"

"It can't be that surprising. I may not have had a family, but I have always longed for one. My blood. That wanted to kill me in a different way. I want to get sick of them, driven crazy to the point of madness, just to know I am attached. Then I want to apologize over and over for the rest of my life."

You kissed the captain boldly on the lips, "You will just have to wait a bit more."

"I've waited this long to be happy. I can bask in that for a bit. Just a bit."

You blushed, "So blunt."

"I speak, therefore I believe I am. Stuff goes by smoother without those half-truths others call cleaver words."

"Oh my god, feeling philosophical tonight, aren't we? I must have had a drink too many of you."

"Never," Levi kissed your lips again, "Never too many. I will kiss you all night to prove it. I will."

You ran ahead of him, walking backwards, "Catch me first, hon."

Levi tightened his cravat and got into a beginning sprinter position. You squeaked and ran seriously.

Hanji realized that only she was in the building. She was thrilled on knowing Levi's possibly gone with the scouts to kill each other, also known as bonding. She found the neat document pile perfection, "Oh, oh Mr. OCD Germophobe. What are we to do?"

Tap Tap Tap went approaching steps. "Commander Zoe, I request permission to search Titania Milkah's quarters." Armin saluted. Hanji nodded, "I was curious about her too. I miss Mike, he could have smelled the person. I have nothing better to do. Let's search."

The two overturned everything. The total of four drawers, a mattress, two books, and a coat rack lay strewn on the rather clean floor.

Clink

A clear king chess piece rolled on the ground. The light refracted in a moment's brilliance. The one-eyed scientist had a revelation. Armin had the same epiphany. A life had been regained. The figurehead of mystery and hope was back. "I'm officially dumb." Armin picked up the king. Hanji put a hand on her hip, "Same here. This explains a lot. Hm…"

"We are in debt to her, Commander."

"I know I know. It is just a little odd that the Ranger would join the scouts instead of joining a normal citizen life. An obsession with slaying titans you suppose?"

"Not sure. But Hanji," Armin turned the glass figure around, "Historia wanted an audience with the Ranger if ever she was found alive."

Hanji nodded, "That is top priority when she shows up again."

"Yes mam," Armin smiled. Hanji patted his head, "Favorite cinimonroll."

You woke up before Levi. You stretched as the position in cuddling had made your neck sore. The Captain always slept better when you slept with him. He also had a little smile lingering on the relaxed sleeping face. The sun was barely up. You left the Captain's room and went to your own. In the room, everything had been messed with. The drawers were crooked, the bed could hardly be called made. You searched frantically for the king that was a symbol of your victory.

"Armin, I have lost something. If you see a glass chess piece, its mine. It is very important to me."

"I have seen it. Hanji has it right now."

You picked up pace and hit and high tailed it to the Commander's office. Armin followed at a distance.

"Commander Zoe," You began. Hanji had heavy bags under her eye. She was hunched over on her desk. Two enemies sat on the desk in front of her made of glass and polished stone. "I was wondering when you would show. Well, cadet, I think you know what these two pieces mean."

"You want to play chess?"

Hanji sat up slowly, slamming her fist on the desk making the pieces fall down on the desk. "No, Ranger, we found you out. We have questions. We need answers!"

Armin closed the door, "This is the fourth night in a row that she has been awake. I'm sorry for her behavior. We just are confused. At first, it looked like you were conspiring with Nero. Then you saved Levi-"

"Then Levi went all weird on us! And a different weird than normal, that is normal- I don't need sleep, I need answers!" Hanji interjected.

Armin continued, "Then you saved us, disappearing."

His question was fair and you had always a respect for Armin. "I had a farm in the Forest. My contact with humans was dwindling as my mother was dying. Her last wishes was that I find happiness. When I help the scouts, I feel elated. At the end of a day, I can proudly declare that I saved lives. So when my farm burned to the ground, I tried to find other ways to assist the scouts without being a hindrance."

Hanji was practically sleeping. Her drowsiness and concise battled, "Yes, Yes, this makes perfect sense. What a good cadet. Run along, scouts. Drills start early morning."

It was morning. Armin blushed, "The Commander is a responsible person. Let's gather the scouts and do the drills." He suggested. You hugged yourself, "Hanji," The steel bars you had hid your heart in had been sawed at. The emotion was dripping over. Why now? "Commander," Your hands opened to grasp the two kings. Their cold bodies lay on the wooden table. Much like the world you built; in addition, the world your brother built. Both stopped spinning. They were doused in gasoline and lit by a match. The day the earth and sky were the same grey void in smoldering emotions brought to a violent life. "Armin Arlet, what world do you live in?"

"What?"

"Historia is queen now."

"About that," Hanji wiped drool from the side of her face, "You are to go immediately."

Armin straightened his posture, "The drills," He reminded the scattered brain.

"Mikasa always takes care of that. Go."

The kings were clenched in your fist. You left before Armin. Levi met you two in the hall and joined.

You bowed deeply to the short queen. Historia stood regal in front of the grand throne. A golden crown rest upon her head. "Ranger, I never thought you would be alive after the fire. I would like to thank you for your selfless acts toward our military."

"My queen-" Your heart beat in it's prison cell. The bars bent, breaking from being worn down. "I have joined this world for one purpose. And let me assure you, they are the most selfish reasons imaginable. Ask me anything, I will answer. There is nothing to hide."

"Then describe to me your view on this… situation."

"The world, your world. Your truth. This war, those fights. Unyielding is the darkness that rises from every direction. How are we to shine light bright enough to keep it at bay? Are we to burn for those to live, a candle soon to wear and die away leaving wax to be cast aside? And how long until someone else has to burn? What burns on the other side to cause darkness, but it is the very smoke caused by the burning. This is the cycle. Unless we stop burning others and endure the darkness, we cannot see the sun again."

"And this is your view?"

"This is what I have learned, your majesty."

"What is it you wish? You joined the military for a purpose."

"I want peace. Such a broad term, but that is just it. Queen Historia if I may be so bold," Each king was in either clenched fist. "I ask for something more precious than gold, land, or rank. For fear it would be a burden for everyone, one word and I will be silenced forever, glad to be the last candle burned."

Historia winced at your long-winded passion, "There is something more than gold, land, or rank I can give you?"

Your palms were sweaty. "I have already stolen it. But proper procedure demands this be secured in my posession."

Armin was on the edge of his seat. Historia gulped. Levi stood, brows furrowed in confusion. "I see," The queen analyzed, "A gamble. You have this entire room intrigued. I suppose if it is already stolen, the subject of matter isn't missed."

You turned and walked up to your little cabbage. Your knee touched the ground, holding out the glass king, you look up. "I ask for permission to wed Captain Levi Akerman. As a cadet, I do not hold the power to marry my Captain. As the Ranger, the one request the queen of humanity can grant is the hand of the Captain of her scouts. And as long as you, Levi, will have me, I will have you too."

Silence. Not a soul moved. The wind had held it's breath.

Historia' mouth along with the others hung open. A great silence blanketed the grand room. The authoritative small voice rose from the queen, "Captain Akerman, do you… reflect these emotions?"

The Captain swiped the glass piece out of your out-streached palm. He pulled you up to his level and kissed you in front of everyone. "Yes, I do."

The stone king fell to the ground. Levi held the glass one with your hand. His other hand let go of the back of your head. "Queen Historia, please bless our marriage in the eyes of the people."

Historia's cheeks flushed. Tears of joy filled her big eyes, "This is too precious. Too precious!" She marched down and punched Levi, "I thought you'd never fall for someone. Big idiot."

Armin was broken. He tried to go through every instance with the Captain and Ranger. His eyes darted to the king on the floor. What?

"Captain-" He started, "She is still in the-"

"I'll allow it," Historia stopped him, "Ranger, what's your name?"

"Titania Milkah"

"Titania Milkah, I bless your marriage to Captain Levi Akerman. Someone get me a scroll. I will make a document and sign it. God finally! I mean-"

The short crowned blonde made an official document. "Miss Milkah, you are officially my favorite person in the entire world. Love him as the hero he is and," She turned to point a finger in Levi's face, "By royal decree you can't go back."

Armin sat down in the fetal position. A dark gloom surrounded him. He started rocking back and forth muttering like a curtain freckled-green-haired mc. You bowed to the queen, "I will honor your country in serving diligently."

"It'd honor us all if you got us some little Akerman's running down the palace halls."

Levi nodded in a solemn face dawned. Your cheeks flushed strawberry red, "Levi-"

Historia rolled up the parchment, dripped red wax, and sealed it. "Here, this is the letter of approval for you two officers to get married. I'm expecting an invitation. Never mind, I'll make the arrangements."

"Th-that won't be necessary. You've done enough." You stutter.

"Out now. I have peasants to listen to. My you won't believe how many reforms have been accomplished. Now that Captain is getting married, I have the strength to listen to everyone! Bye bye, you too Armin Arlet. Oh dear,"

You picked the malfunctioning genius up. Historia practically skipped up the steps. "Farewell. Farewell. I will see you at the wedding."

"Did we just get invited to our own wedding?"

Levi glared at the passed boy in your arms. "I just got proposed to by a cadet. And you're so fucking cute on your knees."

You looked down to the blond. "Will he be alright?"

Levi's face became a scowl, "Give him to me. It's annoying."

"What is annoying?"

"You-" Levi took the blond fireman carry style, "You holding him tenderly, close."

You put a hand over your mouth, "Jealousy from Captain Levi? How cute."

"It's not cute, it is a serious issue. I'm not one to get jealous easily."

"Yet when Hanji pays more attention to titans, you tend to get childish. And you never want to share your toys. Sounds like I have more parenting to do."

"Tch, you are doing clap pushups again. Worked last time. Next are fifty squats. Hanji might think your butt is fine. It's an ass just the same. Sit ups could do you some good too."

"Yes sir." You giggled at the brooding captain. He went on, "I don't want you alone in the same room with other guys. The ally was a testament more than anything. Yeah, I am bringing that up. Nero was a real shit."

You pointed at the mind-blown trap. Levi tightened his grip, "Even Armin. Our team is built on trust, but I don't trust guys with you. You're too- too- too tempting."

"I guess I can only hang with Hanji."

"Oh no," Levi groaned, "Better stay away from Hanji too. Why? She's crazy, that's why. She'll sketch you in the locker room. Not that she did that to me. She tried, okay? The fact is you can't let your guard down."

"I think you are jealous and over reacting."

" .not over-re-act-ing."

You skip ahead and turn around, walking backwards. "Hanji wants me to be the gardener while everyone else cleans."

"Eh? Can't the garden take care of itself? The forest grows taller than fifteen big ass meters without a gardener. You don't have to care for the garden. I need company cleaning. The cadets don't understand the difference between a cleaning agent or a disinfecting one. Hellll, some seniors can't hold a broom properly. At least you understand the importance of a clean room."

You huffed, "Jealous of plants. A new low. Might as well be jealous of the titans I kill."

The Captain was loosing. "Me, jealous of plants? They can't drink a fresh cup of tea in the morning."

You turned around, almost bumping into a small table holding a vase. You avoid it. "Historia said it."

"Meaning?"

"Let's start with the boy names. Ohhhh don't look so shy. You proposed to humanity's strongest in front of the queen. Fucking get over the embarrassment. It is infectious."

You laugh nervously. The Captain brushed it off, "Brett, Uriah, Asaph, or Obed for a male. Maria, Mary, Martha, Zephorah, or Leah for a female. Yes, I have given this a lot of thought. I made sure most were biblical. My mom-" He paused, changing his tone softer, "My mom would read me bible stories as a child. I don't believe them, but it has good principles, harsh truths. I was named Levi, after all."

You watched his posture droop a little, "Better than naming them after a Shakespeare character. Forbidden forever, not even the middle name."

"Really, I kind of like Ophelia."

'You're not serious,' His eyes relayed a disappointment. "Dropdown, give me twenty. You didn't quit the military yet. I am your captain."

You do the push-ups and proceed to the scout headquarters. The cadets were being coached by Mikasa while the others did the drills as usual.