Eren Yeager was confined to a chair inside the head instructor's office as the early summer sun flooded the room, his foot steadily tapped against the dark pine wood in a subtle rythm. He was aware of the importance of discipline and the necessity to respect the chain of command, but the buzzing of the cadets oozing into the office and his mounting annoyance with this military police clown took a toll on him. His nails threatened to sink into the flesh of his thighs at the thought that there were a myriad of different things he could be doing at this early hour of the morning.

With his legs crossed and a sip from a porcelain teacup, the man in question was seated across from him at the table. "If I have this right, after your squad was ambushed by bandits, you recklessly charged them alongside cadet Kirstein, completely disregarding regulations, and unarmed might I add. Then, you retrieved your ODM gear and continued the pursuit." He summarized.

He nodded. "That's right, sir." Eren found his tone to be condescending, but he couldn't exactly smack the man across the face. Shadis, who was sidelined and as motionless as a statue, was one of many factors that prevented that.

The MP met the boy's gaze with scrutiny. "Did it cross your mind that your actions might have endangered the lives of your fellow cadets?"

"I was aware of the risks, we all were, but I couldn't sit and watch as they got away with Krista." Eren replied.

"Did they take cadet Lenz for any particular reason?" The man's eyes glowed with curiosity.

Eren's brows wrinkled. "I don't see any reason they would single her out other than the fact that she was off by herself in the forest when she was taken."

He made a hum. "I see." He leafed over the instructor's report while Shadis himself maintained his silence. His eyes were so sunk-in that you nearly felt like you could be sucked into them; they never failed to make Eren feel uneasy. Eren shuffled in his chair while mentally keeping track of the seconds ticking by. "It must have been a relief to have Ackermann's unit close by, Cadet Yeager. How fortunate you all were."

A vein on his brow threatened to burst.

The MP's lips produced a faint smile that never quite reached his eyes. "Your record states that you grew up with Cadet Ackermann and that you are extremely familiar with another promising Cadet, I believe his name is Floch Forster." His eyes gleamed with interest at a specific area of the reports as he proceeded to page through the book. "

"Sounds right."

"What happened to Forster's squad, Shadis? I heard from my patrols that he was admitted to the treatment clinic yesterday evening."

Eren's gut sank, eyes widening with horror. Shadis turned and responded to his query directly. "Geological hazard, three people had minor injuries, and one will soon be transferred for rehabilitation." Shadis Made aware.

'Transferred?' Eren was caught up in thought.

"If I may ask, where are you planning to relocate him?" The MP asked with piqued curiosity.

"He will be taken to Ehrmich Military Hospital by nightfall."

"Ehrmich, I see. I've heard that's where the scout survivors are currently receiving care. Let me just say that their most recent expedition was a total disaster, an entire flank wiped out by titans, awful stuff." The information caused Eren to freeze, an entire flank? "Oh well, Forster will undoubtedly benefit from this experience in the long run." Eren had sufficient people skills to recognize the subtle barbs the man was taking against his leader, but Shadis continued to disregard him.

"Perhaps."

The MP turned to Eren and set the report down on the table. "Well, cadet, I believe it is reasonable to say that your group was extremely fortunate to come out unscathed from this whole ordeal. You are dismissed, I'll be interested to see what the future has in store for you because we do value people with talent and potenial." Eren believed he had heard Shadis snort, but the noise coming from the outside made him uncertain.

Eren gave the men a respectful nod and salute before quickly exiting the room, much to his relief; he was unconcerned in the least by whatever dull talk the older men would be having there. Eren left the building feeling far worse than he had entered; he dreaded having to ever work for these people at the military police. He belonged to the world outside the prison that encircled them, annihilating the giants and purging them from this earth. He firmly pledged to get rid of them in honor of his late mother, and he would be damned if he didn't keep that promise. That is the only reason he has for continuing to live this nightmare.

That and the ocean.

He couldn't deny that learning about the high mortality rate of the survey corps was somewhat disheartening, but it did little to weaken his resolve. They were supposed to be the best of the best; yes, they occasionally suffer significant losses, but an entire flank? It was unprecedented. The morale of the troops was undoubtedly destroyed, but that doesn't matter. Everything eventually gets better, and things will change. He will begin to clear the road for significant change once he keeps moving forward beyond the cadet corps, no matter the cost.

The moment the green-eyed boy left the building, Armin and Mikasa became alert. "Eren!"

He turned to greet them as Armin started. "Did everything go smoothly in there?"

"As smooth as it can get with these idiots in charge."

Armin frowned. "I can't believe they could be this incompetent. Half-assed investigations are one thing, but allowing bandits to roam freely on military grounds?"

"Tell me about it; they didn't even consider checking on the nearby squads. They were unaware of Floch and his team until they arrived." The other two found his words intriguing,

"Floch? What happened?" Armin inquired, his voice containing a note of worry.

"Right, ahh. His team was involved in some kind of accident. Do you think visits are permitted right now?"

Mikasa hummed in confirmation. "Hmm. I saw his teammates there earlier."

Eren smiled at her words. "Great! I'm gonna check on him. I'll see you two later!"

The two, who had been waiting for the boy to be finished with his questioning, felt a little left out as they saw him make a beeline for the hospital. Mikasa's gaze fixed on Eren the entire time, up until he vanished around a corner.

"Come to think of it, Eren and Floch have grown very close ever since the day of the balance test. Come on Mikasa, class is starting soon." Armin made a remark before motioning for the Ackermann.

Her expression darkened as an unfavorable notion made her unhappy.


"How Could Anything Be More Important Than Keeping Humanity From Being Wiped Out?" - Eren Yeager 850 AD, after encountering pastor Nick.


Eren snuck past the lobby without alerting a soul. While exploring the hallways, he bumped into Franz and Hannah. After a little exchange, they gave him directions to the redhead's room. He gave the door a double knock before opening it.

"Floch?" Eren called out.

Floch's reading was interrupted when he turned to look at the entryway; his lone eye lighting up with surprise at Eren's appearance. Eren quickly grabbed a seat next to him after approaching the side of the bed. He took a time to take in what he was seeing, visualizing a healthier Floch seated next to his current self. His skin was heavily bandaged, covering the right side of his face and leaving only a little opening for his left eye. Blood was just just visible through the layers, a somber reminder of the boy's vulnerability.

"You look like you've seen better days." Eren commented. "I heard about what happened, must have been nasty." His eyes briefly glanced at the wrapped limb.

Floch peered down at his broken arm. "Yeah, nearly got myself flattened by a chunk of... Rock." He slowly finished.

"How are you feeling?"

"No less sore than your typical day at boot camp, Arm's a bitch though, hurts at the slightest touch. They said they need to have it closely examined, keep me in your prayers, yeah?" Floch sighed, and Eren nodded in understanding before smirking.

"With you out of the picture that just sounds like less competition for me, I'll take your position on the monthly rankings in no time!" He laughed.

"Oh please, don't even get me started, I heard about the little adventure you had, does little Yeager think he's so great after handling some morons with rifles?" Floch smirked teasingly.

"Hey, don't get carried away now!" Eren hotly fired back.

"Just count your blessings, us mortals can't heal like you tita-"

Floch caught himself before he could finish the phrase, but the harm had already been done. The wetness in his throat instantly turned to dust. Eren appeared confused by his words and a little worried by his change in demeanor. Floch swore internally before acting swiftly to contain the damage as best he could;

"You're acting strange, you know that?" Eren's brows wrinkled.

"Sorry, just a lame joke, sounded funnier in my head." Floch quickly deflected.

Eren didn't look entirely convinced, but he let it slide nonetheless. "Right. Well, I'm gonna miss having you around, I was really getting into that last training session we had."

Floch chuckled. "Damn yeager, you like me that much? Careful now, don't blink or I might vanish."

"Oh, shut it." Eren groaned.

An unpleasant silence quickly overcame them, and Floch sensed that the boy wasn't feeling well. Eren scowled and averted his attention by lowering his eyes to the ground. Floch arched his brows as he saw the shifter fidgeting in his seat, waiting for him to speak.

"I just got out of an interrogation with an MP." Eren began through grit teeth. "It pissed me off so much, saying I should have left Krista behind, all the underhanded compliments, comparing me to Mikasa, it's insufferable!" Floch sneaked a glance down at the deathly tightness with which Eren's fists gripped the fabric of his pants. "The bastard also mentioned something about the survey corps. Can you believe they lost an entire flank on an expedition yesterday? He rubbed it in Shadis' face as if he hadn't just talked about his people dying." Eren muttered under his breath in fury.

Floch frowned. "I see."

"Knowing that our leaders think like this makes my blood boil. Animals, all of them! This entire thing is such an awful joke."

Floch hummed. "I think you'll be very disappointed to learn that this is just normal practice, there's always been a conflict of interest between the two branches. It's an open secret, I suppose. One desires the outside world, the other one prefers the walls."

"It doesn't make any sense, It shouldn't be this way." Eren's eyes lit up with an indecipherable emotion.

Floch shook his head. "Get used to it, this is a cruel world; you cannot make sense out of it, but you can affect it and alter it to your satisfaction. Few people have the resources to do this, but those who do can move on to do great things." He said, as Eren turned to him intently. "It just so happens that the men in charge lack the passion to pursue something greater than themselves, this makes them grow complacent. You're better than that, Eren, who knows? Perhaps one day we'll find ourselves at a position where we can put real change into effect."

Eren clung to every word the redhead spoke like gospel. He yearned to hear someone speak without filter, a breath of fresh air compared to all the lifeless sheep surrounding them. For the longest time he felt like the only person at this camp who was invested in vanquishing the titans for good, it was akin to finding an oasis in the middle of the desert wastes.

"There is more to life than what is given to us within these walls, but the government has no interest in the outside world or getting rid of the titans. Everything they need is already here, and they've effectively subjugated the masses using their fear of being devoured."

"But why? Why don't they care?" Eren muttered.

"Who knows? You want to exterminate the titans right? How about we aim higher? What good will a world without them be if we're still surrounded by incompetent filth?" Floch suggested.

"What are you saying?" Eren puzzled.

"The people in charge had a good run, have they not? It would do all of us good, if, let's say... New changes and ideas were brought into the mix." Floch gave him a knowing look.

Eren pondered his words carefully. "You know, you're not the first person to tell me something along those lines. I think I understand it clearly now."

It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Floch was aware of the rage that built up inside him like a volatile gas, he experienced a deep satisfaction witnessing Eren Yeager's proverbial fuse catch fire. This was a desired outcome for him, one small step closer towards freedom. Floch couldn't have asked for a greater duty than to rock the cradle of Eren's contempt back and forth and nurture it to its full potential.

Because one day, they will both be responsible for delivering the consequences for the world's actions.

"Armin and I used to read this book his grandfather had, it spoke of an endless lake of salt, snowfields of sand, and rivers that run hot with flames. How can we reach that sight beyond this cage if we are prohibited from defeating our biggest enemy? I hadn't given it much attention before, but now I see that I can't get there without removing the chains that these animals have placed around us." Eren said.

Anyone else would have been disturbed by those deranged emeralds but not him. They were the eyes of a monster, a devil in the making.

"Indeed."


Due to his confinement to hospital rooms and lengthy periods spent inside of carriages, Floch recognized that he was starting to lose some sense of his surroundings. It was understandable why the boy had barely noticed the passing of time. When he arrived, the city was already bustling with activity as residents, merchants, and soldiers alike began their morning routines as the stimulating warmth of the early sun began to engulf Ehrmich.

The boy pulled the covers to the side and peered out through the opening into their surroundings as the carriage came to an abrupt stop. He was face to face with the military hospital's exterior. The Ehrmich residents went about their daily lives while a few people secretly peered at the carriage with curiousity. It wasn't long until the physician came around and removed the curtains as sunshine began to enter the rest of the carriage.

"Come on boy! Any more daylight burned and we just might have to cut that arm of yours clean off, get!" The physician spurred in a snappy tone.

Floch silently nodded in acknowledgment as he followed the man inside, after quick verification by the guards stationed at the gates the two made their way into the front entrance. The redhead walked behind the man through a well kept spacious garden as he kept an eye out for the inhabitants of this hospital. Patients from different branches of the military were designated by patches on their hospital-issued garbs, with the Survey corps being the overwhelming majority of all patients.

This was no surprise to Floch, he knew from personal experience that the garrison and MP life carried little to no risk at all. Most garrison soldiers sent off here had been injured during freak accidents, but there was no mistaking it, a good chunk of the patients here were victims of the fall of maria a couple of years ago.

They proceeded to the front desk, where Floch was told to wait while the doctor went over his paperwork with the reception staff. Another nurse eventually arrived and carried him upstairs to help him settle in to his bedroom. A hair-raising shriek distracted Floch from his thoughts as he followed the woman along the corridors, their footsteps echoing on the marble floor, he peered out the windows into the garden below. A wailing veteran of the survey corps was tackled by three nurses as he writhed on the ground, howling in horror. Eventually, a calming syringe injection was administered to his neck, rendering him unconcious.

"This happens more frequently than you might imagine, so you should get used to it. We are still trying to understand what triggers these episodes out of nowhere, but I don't really blame them, you know? I'd be terrified if I had to walk out there and face those titans. You seem like a good kid; use this as a lesson and don't get fooled throwing your life away."

Floch shivered in his seat as a frigid breeze entered the interior of the underground cells. He held the weapon firmly in his arms and shifted uncomfortably on his seat as his bored eyes roved the prison cell. The solitude in the dungeons unnerved him so much that he began counting the bricks in the wall as a means of distraction. Which lead him down a certain train of thought. 'Wall, Brick, Cobbletstone, stones, massive, the beast tita-'

"Hngh." He choked and turned his eyes away in apprehension.

"I question the decision your superiors have made in assinging someone like you in charge of guarding the cells." A woman from behind him began to speak.

He jumped in his skin at the sudden voice. "W-What are you on about?"

"I can spot that faraway, distant expression on your face anywhere I go. The trembling, the unexpected panic, and the gripping terror. In my native country, we refer to that as combat exhaustion or war neurosis, among other terms. Soldiers returning from war are severely hindered by it, as its toxic vines entwine themselves around their mind and ensnares them. In times of war, those who exhibit these characteristics while on duty are often executed for disobedience or desertion."

Floch stopped at her words as the tall, blonde woman approached him from behind the prison cell, glancing nonchalantly out of the shadows.

"You better watch your next words carefully, lest you test the limits of my patience." He hissed at her.

"That would be a shame, after all, I'd be inclined to help you overcome your troubles, in exchange for a favor of course."

"A favor? Are you out of your damn mind? You trying to get us both hanged?"

"There will be a festival soon to commemorate the opening of the railway system, I believe that no one will notice if you were to schedule a meeting between Eren Yeager and I, believe me when I say that I do not take these matters lightly, this is of the utmost significance for the future of this island."

Floch was startled by a sudden noise coming from the street outside and immediately directed his attention toward the cells' egress window. Floch's eyes hardened at the brief sight of a group of intoxicated soldiers marching through the street, hardly able to carry themselves and celebrating without a care in the world. He pondered her words for what seemed like ages before begrudgingly turning to meet her gaze.

"Very well, Yelena."

Floch gave the nurse a brief nod of acknowledgement as she continued to lead him through the building, but he didn't bother to talk to her any further.

"This will be your new dwelling for the foreseeable future. The hospital is currently overcrowded so you'll be sharing this room with five other patients, your bed is on the far corner to the left. Get some rest for now, I'll come fetch you when we are done with preparations for the procedure."

"Thank you," He muttered.

Floch was left in the room by himself when the nurse left and shut the door behind him. He became engrossed in the sound of the birds chirping outside and the soft breeze that came in through the window carrying the sound of distant conversations. Ironic how a place dedicated to healing the body could do nothing for the emptiness that ate at his soul, he stared off into the distance mindlessly, before sighing as the moment passed.

From the corner of his eyes, he noticed a small stack of letters on top of one of the other patient's nightstands.


"It's Good To See Someone Has The Balls To Go But Do Not Forget To Do Your Damnedest To Stay Alive." - Levi Ackermann 850 AD, speaking to one Jean Kirstein during the operation to capture the female titan.


Dear Flochy,

I am touched that you've decided to grace use with a letter during these hard times, I find the gesture very thoughtful. You should have seen the look on Sandra's face when we didn't find you in your room, she went running off to Shadis about you being kidnapped. (It didn't end well for her.) So, word is going around camp about what happened, and I guess that makes you even more popular now? That said, I apologize about punching you very hard that one time, you'll still accept me by your side when you come back right? Anyway, Get better soon! we're all waiting for you, including that Ymir girl, she was looking for you.

with love, gordon

Floch couldn't help the shit-eating grin that threatened to split his face in half, after an entire week spent in this graveyard, It felt like someone had breathed some life into him.

"What's this?"

One of his survey corps roomates spoke as they snatched the letter from his hands, flaunting it in the air for all to see. He jumped after the man to recover the piece of paper, but with one arm in a sling, he could only do so much. The man in question used his height advantage to keep the letter out of the boy's reach as the other four laughed at his expense.

"Let's see, a love letter perhaps? This thing is hard to read, who wrote this junk?" The man spoke as he squinted his eyes to read.

"Give that back."

"Not so fast, let me finish reading this first! Such terrible handwriting, what are they teaching you kids nowadays?"

"Come on, Oluo! What does it say?" A man Floch came to know as Henning shouted from his bed on the other side of the room.

"Let's see! hmmm, Hohoho looks like we got a ladies man over here, Sandra and Ymir ehh?" Oluo taunted as the boy in question looked visibly seething.

"Watch it! He's getting pissed!" Rashad warned.

Floch wasted no time in stepping on the man's toes harshly. Oluo bent down in pain near eye level. He snatched the letter away from his hands, before gently pushing him down by the forehead to the ground. An orange-haired woman with a similarly damaged arm moved over to the aching man's aid, the other people in the room burst out laughing.

"Honestly, Oluo. I have no idea what you were expecting." She sighed.

"I'll show that damned brat, out of the way Petra!" He quickly rose for revenge before promptly falling back down again and clutching his other leg, completely neglecting his injury.

Floch hastily left the room, unable to deal with their antics. He clutched his letters tightly to his chest as he moved through the corridors down towards the lounge to send a reply back to Gordon. Upon nearing the lounge, the boy heard a commotion coming a nearby corridor. He turned around the corner to find a couple of Military police officers messing with one of the recovering patients.

"Look at him, he's white as a sheet! How did such a massive pussy make it into the Survey corps! hah!" The man laughed at the cowering patient beneath him.

Floch took a moment to look around; he could see those nearby were viewing the scenario with reluctance. Being on the wrong side of these officers would be troublesome because they ran the place. These men were the epitome of conformity in his eyes, The eager lapdogs of this crooked system which intended to ruin them all, Eren had renewed his hatred of these creatures.

"Let him be, please." As he spoke, the tension in the room increased.

"That wasn't you who said that right kid? Scram." He sneered at Floch.

The man stopped in front of him, towering over the injured boy. He looked down at him with contempt, his arm reached forward and clutched him by the collar of his hospital-issued shirt. He yanked the boy towards him and stooped down to eye level, Floch remained impassive much to his annoyance.

"So quiet, Don't tell me the cat got your tong-"

Before the man could finish, Floch took hold of his hand and twisted the man's wrist as he winced in pain. He quickly stomped on the officer's foot causing him to hunch over. However, this time around he headbutted him as hard as he could sending the guard sprawling on the floor. The other two officers were briefly rooted in shock, before promptly rushing over. He braced himself for the worst. Unexpectedly, someone swept his feet from underneath him as he fell on his ass harshly.

"What's all this fuss about?" A man spoke from behind Floch. He winced in pain as his hair was pulled back firmly.

"Look at you, rushing to beat the shit out of this poor child." Levi Ackermann said.

"C-Corporal Levi." The bullied patient stuttered in awe.

"Take your friend with you and leave before I lose my patience, Scram."

The man immediately accepted his offer and carried the unconscious man away, shooting Floch dirty looks as they vacated the corridor.

"Never assault your superiors like that again, this is your first and final warning, you understand?" Levi spoke, to emphasize, he yanked on his hair harshly, causing the boy to wince.

"Yes, sir."

"Consider yourself lucky you're not being thrown in jail, Am I crystal? Or do you need more guidance?"

"Understood, sir."

Levi let go of his hair before slapping himself on the back of the head, much to his annoyance. Floch crept away from the man before rising to his feet once more and rubbing the pain from the back of his skull. It was strange to see him restored to full strength after he had been reduced to nothing more than a bleeding corpse under previous circumstances. It made him forget how incredibly powerful he was for someone his size.

"Good, fuck off now." With that, Levi disappeared around the corner.

"You really shouldn't have done that, they ought to be coming after you now, I am grateful for the help though." The cowering man from before spoke to him.

"It's nothing." Floch brushed it off.

"Whatever you say, anyway I'm Luis. Since I'm in your debt, if you ever need anything, I'm your guy, alright?" The man smiled, Floch nodded in return. "Sure thing, I'm Floch."

"Nice meeting you, see you around kid."

The two went their seperate paths as Floch entered the reception area and stuffed his letter into a small capsule, he dropped it into a slot in the wall before making his way to the gardens. With nothing else to do, Floch took a walk outside to clear his mind. As he walked through the garden he could think about nothing but the future, He had just encountered Levi Ackermann. That should mean Erwin Smith was nearby, which gave him an option. He could go now and be done with it, tell the man everything he knew and watch everything snowball to shit.

He could.

Floch sighed as he sat by a fountain. He gazed up at the sky and closed his eyes, savoring the warm sun's rays on his face as he thought things out, knowing that nobody was around he began voicing out his thoughts.

"I tell the commander about the warriors, the outside, the real government and then what? What happens next? Assuming that they don't brush me off as a lunatic or execute me for conspiring against the king? Is it really that simple? that I can just walk in and lay everything out for them on a silver platter? No, too risky, I'm a tactical gold mine, and too valuable to just play all my cards like that immediately.

But...

The commander is a reasonable man, and it wouldn't be difficult to bear the burden of proof. Trick Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt and slice their throats open, I'd rest my case then and there without needing to say more. but... It's not like I can just get those three to walk into their deaths just like that, or can I? No, probably not."

Hearing something drop behind him, Floch froze in place. The boy turned around and came face to face with a veteran of the survey corps. As the two locked eyes, shock and dread raced through the redhead. A few moments later, the man erupted into shrieking as he thrashed on the ground and howled with insanity, a couple of nurses ran in and subdued him shortly after.

"He didn't hurt you right?" A male nurse asked the shocked Floch.

"N-No... Hey, is that man.."

"Don't worry about him It's not your fault, he's always like that. He can't speak or anything, does nothing but fucking shout all day." The nurse replied grumbling at the end.

Floch's shoulders sagged with relief, releasing a breath he had no idea he had been holding.


"Ah! You're back! Come back for round two, you little shit?!" Oluo screamed at him, breaking the sudden silence as Floch came back to his room.

Floch moved his gaze to the group clustered around a girl's bed, whose name, if memory served him correctly, was Nifa. Together along the sides were Oluo, Petra, Rashad, Henning, Levi, and Hange Zoe. The sight made him blink twice, as if his eyes were playing tricks on him. As he looked at the face of his former commander, memories began to rush through his head, she looked strange to him without that eye-patch. Levi turned his head toward him, his eyes narrowing.

"So that's him?" He remarked.

"Damn right he is, little brat." Oluo glared.

Floch gazed at the man with confusion, noticing the shift in Oluo's mannerisms, almost as if copying the corporal.

"Huuuuuh?!" Hange exclaimed in bewilderment. She turned to Nifa then looked back at the bandaged Floch. She picked out the color of his lone eye and hair, comparing it to that of Nifa's.

"Nifa! You didn't tell me you had a younger brother!" She commented.

"What?!" Most of the others exploded at her remark, including Floch.

"Actually..." Rashad spoke. "I kind of see it."

"So, you're this Floch I've heard about Huh?" Hange asked, invading his personal space. "Don't worry about what I said, this helps break the tension!" She whispered in his ear.

"Y-yes maa-" He answered back awkwardly.

"Tell me, How did you break your arm like that?! Is the training that dangerous nowadays?" She asked him.

Floch took a few steps back. "Well it wa-"

"How would you rate your stay with us here so far?" She continued pestering him.

"I..."

"Hange, leave the brat alone. He's all germs and grease."

"Aww, come on Leviiiii! I might not get the chance to speak to someone as green as this ever again! Tell me, who would you like to join when you graduate?!" She whined before asking him yet again.

"Intimidating a cadet into joining our ranks is not how I'd go about recruiting new personnel Hange." A familiar voice spoke from behind Floch.

Floch's eye widened in awe as he looked back at the man that stepped into the room. Frantic heartbeats quickened as they threatened to dig out of his chest.

"Commander Erwin!" Everyone around him except for Levi, saluted the man.

"Good morning." Erwin greeted with a smile.

Floch felt bile rising to the back of his throat.

'MY SOLDIERS RAGEEEEEEEE!'


I don't have any insightful commentary, because only ymir knows.

To that one person who asked me If I read Robert E Howard, the answer is no, the only books I ever read in my entire life were Harry potter : the prisoner of Azkaban, a guide on nutrition, and a copy of George Orwell's 1984 in French that a friend gave me for my birthday.

With that said thanks for reading and you'll see me next time