#thecommanderzoe

Twenty-three years in this world. Eleven of them spent inside the military, from his training right up to the Survey Corps. For the last six, Porco has been assigned as the holder of the 'Jaw'—a genetically-engineered beast born outside of his bones, used as a more aggressive approach of protecting the walls that surround them and those brave enough to explore what's been lost outside. But he's always had pointy teeth.

Hanji's always found that far too interesting a fact about him. Not the front ones though. His sharp fangs begin at the canines just like everybody else but they go all the way to the back of his mouth and, almost every time that he is due a physical, Porco is uncomfortably reminded just how unusual that is. Right now, he is being reminded by the mirrored utensil that's been wrenched inside his mouth and bright, gleaming pair of glasses about two inches away from his face while Hanji gapes inside.

He squeezes over his knee as he tries not to squirm away like all of his instincts are begging him to, bouncing the other, and stares up at the ceiling like a prayer for help.

Night falls and the barracks go quiet. Most had already departed, going their separate ways; some to talk and others to rest. Mikasa had done little of either since confinement, and now the thought of sleeping was far from her mind. Armin left the room last, his questioning call of her name ignored as she instead dips her chin, and exhales slowly. She wasn't quite ready to leave with him.

All that remains is her and the section commander ... no, rather, the commander. Mikasa doesn't budge, exhaustion of her own dragging eyes to the ground. The soft sway of a lit candle brightens the room in a warm glow; it's the only comfort she finds, that and her scarf.

❝ About what happened. ❞ She's sorry; but she also can't regret her actions. Even so, these words are left unspoken, and instead, ❝ How are you holding up?. ❞

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     " There's blood on your lies , “ Kaja glances over her shoulder . She’s perched on the wall beside Hanji , overlooking the vastness beyond them . " There is nowhere for you to hide , even out there , "

      If anyone knew about running from themselves , it was Kaja . She’d practically spent her entire life running and hiding to survive . Whether it was Marley , here , out there - it was all the same in her eyes . But she was here now , and that was what mattered .

“  ANYTHING  TO  GET  OUT  OF  HERE.  ”

levi’s been tense all night,  itching to be anywhere but this stupid place.     he can feel the eyes on him,  on  them,   the whispers of  ‘ humanity’s  strongest! ’   swirling around him & settling onto his shoulders like a heavy mantle.

he hates it.

levi shrugs off the weight of the title with a huff before turning his back on the group,  flashing the wings on his back as if  PROVING  HIS  LOYALTY.     “  c’mon.     erwin can win these fucks over without our help,  he’s been doing it for long enough.  ”

a knowing look passes between captain & commander as they make their exit.     he knows they’ve been given silent permission to escape,  & makes a mental note to display appreciation for it later.     for now,  though,  levi & hanji are free to meander the dimly—lit streets of the inner wall.

There were two different stories going on that, if Udo hadn’t seen them with his own two eyes, he wouldn’t have believed that both of them could have existed within the same group of people. One had taken them as captives, while the other hardly hesitated before giving them an opportunity to be trusted.

Even with feeling uncomfortable under the circumstances, he had to admit that there was the smallest chance of continuing to be treated as (almost...) human, if not more so. He looked to his hands as they were freed, and slowly dragged his attention up to the brunette standing before him again. They were speaking with the Commander? Just what had been the plan for putting them face to face with someone so high in ranking?

“I’m--” He was sharply scolded for thinking of giving away any information from the loudest of their little group. It took a moment to gather himself and try again. “Udo...” and another moment before deciding it was only fair to give his full name, since this Hanji Zoe had done so first. “Bock.” His hands gripped the sides of his chair, knuckles tight as he tried to wiggle into a less awkward way of sitting (even though he’d already been in the most acceptable position.)

“And if you could just send us all home, we promise we won’t say anything!” The last bit had been let out in a rush, his head dipping in whatever fraction of a bow he could conjure up for a bit of manners and formality. His attention remained on his lap until he noticed his glasses slipping, and hesitated before pushing them back into place over the bridge of his nose -- movements slow, as though making sure no one had reason to believe he’d acted suspiciously.