#feint;

The world was changing, for better or for worse it was changing. Subtly wasn’t the forefront, more a violent thrusting by some unruly children with big dreams and uncrushable spirits. Persistent to the end and now here they all are.

But who was he to judge them? He wasn’t there anymore, wasn’t that man anymore. A vicious cycle he found himself in... But this second death should be the last.

How weird to live for himself again.

It was easy enough to blend into the woodwork, everyone knew the head of Leviathan’s Claw was buried at sea. Crushed under rubble and rotting with the fish. Yeager, however, was here. Alive. Breathing the air of Dahngrest without strings to be pulled.

Really, those kids should’ve figured out he’d pull such a thing sooner.

But it wasn’t thoughts of bratty teens and young adults that currently held his interest in the guild town. No, he would’ve preferred it if it had been in this moment, if he allowed a trace of honesty. But those brown eyes, that signature hair flick. It would seem the past just wouldn’t stay dead this time and Yeager could feel the disdain at the thought edge its way into his glare.

Foolish girl. Dead girl.

He wouldn’t say anything right now, though.. The hood of his outfit pulled firmly over that mess of spiked hair. It’s longer now, but it was still so obvious, and while he is usually the type for boasting... He was still on this city’s watch list.

How unfortunate it must have been for her to look his way, to catch that glare...