A small grimace appeared on the guardian’s face as he was sitting upon his horse, staring up at the walls. Once again they were being led out to fight the titans and try and reach the outer wall. They weren’t able to so far, but this could be the day. Then again, all the other days could have been as well.

His head turned slowly as he looked at the people around him. Some were nervous, some seemed scared, others looked completely calm, just as he did. Even if he looked calm, he never got used to leaving the walls and fighting. There was a piece of him out there that he wanted back, but could never have again.

A banquette was being held for all the members of the Survey Corps. They were going to talk about progress they’ve made and other bullshit that the tall, dark haired captain cared nothing about. He was told to prepare a speech on fighting and not losing hope but he found the topic dull so he did nothing, plus he didn’t know how to read or write very well. He told them he wouldn’t do it but he was almost sure they would call him up anyway when it was his turn to speak.