Punch: To shoulder the fate of humankind… and to strike down the devil king who has done nothing but make us suffer. I will bear the fate of all humans—and slaughter the devil who has brought us nothing but suffering.
Derora: You will free humanity because you love humanity?
Punch: Love them? …No. I save humanity because of my mother. Because her hands were gentle. Because her smile was the only light in that rotten world. I save them for her sake… not theirs. I will drag this world back from the brink, I will tear the devil king apart with my own hands… and I will still hate humanity. Don’t ever think I forgive them for what they did.
Derora: I know what they say about us—that Jews are cursed by fate, that we should bow our heads and accept the pain written for us. I refuse. Jews shouldn’t suffer because of fate. And they should never suffer because of racism. I have seen too much hatred, too many lives crushed under lies and fear. I may not be human. But I am a Jew. My blood, my memory, and my soul are tied to my people. Their stories flow through me—the cries in the dark, the whispered prayers, the stubborn hope that refused to die.
I will not stand still while my people are treated as less than human. I will not be silent when their freedom is threatened. Racism is a cage built from ignorance and cruelty—and I was not created to watch quietly from the outside. I was made to break cages. If I can shatter even one chain, if I can give even one person a taste of true freedom, then every risk is worth it. Their freedom is my mission. Their safety is my promise. I am Derora. Not human. Still a Jew. And as long as I exist, I will fight for a world where my people can walk without fear—where kindness is stronger than hate, and freedom belongs to everyone.
Punch: Ms Derora is right. Jews shouldn’t suffer because of fate. No one should suffer because of racism. I hear her words, and I feel the same fire burning in my chest. Our people deserve freedom, dignity, and peace. On that, I stand with her completely.
But I do not believe this is the end.
The pain, the hatred, the violence we see around us—this is not some final chapter written in stone. This is a battlefield, and as long as I’m still breathing, the story isn’t over. Some are not human—those who sit in the shadows and twist human hearts, who brainwash humans to fight each other, to hate each other, to destroy each other. They feed on our fear. They profit from our division. They want us to believe that racism and war are natural, that we are doomed to tear ourselves apart. I refuse. I will not let them turn humans into weapons against each other. I will not let them use my people’s suffering as fuel for their power. If non-human hands are pushing this hatred forward, then I will find them. And I will take them down. Not with blind rage. With purpose. With justice. With the unbreakable belief that humans can be better than what they are being pushed to become. Ms. Derora fights to free our people from racism. I fight to tear down the ones who keep racism alive. Together, our paths are different, but our goal is the same: a world where no one is forced to live in fear of who they are. So no, this is not the end.
Punch: We are not tools. We are not cattle. We are not numbers on a page. We are human beings. For too long, we have lived under a cruel ruler who twists our minds with lies and keeps us afraid. He calls it protection. He calls it order. But we know the truth: it is a cage. He tells us to obey. He tells us to stay quiet. He tells us we are weak and that only he can save us. Those are the words of a coward who fears his own people.
We will no longer bow to someone who brainwashes our friends and families, who steals our future, who turns neighbour against neighbour with fear and deception. We choose truth over lies. We choose courage over fear. We choose freedom over chains. Look around you. We are many. He is one. His power exists only as long as we believe his stories and accept his cruelty.
We will not accept it anymore.
From this moment on, we stand together as free humans. No more fear. No more silence. No more kneeling. Our voices are our weapons. Our unity is our shield. And our will to be free is stronger than any tyrant’s grip. To everyone still trapped in his lies: open your eyes. We are reaching out our hands to you. We are done being ruled by cruelty. We will write our own future. We are free.
#Tsofph Season 10(Chapter2 Fake World)
Armin: So… you’re doing all this because you’re a soldier?
Punch: No. Not because I’m a soldier. Because that’s who I am. That’s the reason I was born into this world.
Gas bursts sharply from the ODM gear as cadets launch into the air.
Armin: Punch, remember what we said yesterday! Control your momentum!
Punch nods once. She fires. The anchors hit perfectly. She launches—clean, precise, fluid. Not just improving. Ascending. She twists mid-air, adjusts gas pressure instinctively, rebounds off a chimney, spins through two narrow rooftops, then dives low before soaring upward again—movements sharp and effortless. Armin and Mikasa’s jaws drop.
Armin & Mikasa: She learns fast?!💧
Punch shifts direction without overcorrecting. No wasted gas. No panic. Her body moves like it remembers something older than training. She lands lightly behind Mikasa. No stumble. No heavy impact. Just balance. Punch smirks slightly and fires once more. This time she mirrors Mikasa’s exact movement pattern—same angle, same pivot speed—then adds a faster spin before landing. Punch removes one blade calmly.
Mikasa steps closer, studying her posture. Then—unexpectedly— Mikasa pulls Punch into a firm hug. Armin nearly chokes on air.
Mikasa: You learned it… this fast. I'm so proud to have a friend like you.
Punch stiffens at first. Across the field, boots stomp aggressively toward them. Eren Yeager points dramatically.
Eren: Punch… you dare to steal Mikasa away?!
Punch’s head snaps toward him.
Punch: Huh?! No way! Are you stupid, Egghead?!
Armin: Here we go with Punch’s teasing again… 💧
Mikasa releases Punch but stays close, unfazed.
Eren: I wasn’t jealous! I just— I mean—!
Punch: *smug* Relax. If I wanted to steal her, you wouldn’t even notice.
Eren: I told you, I’m not jealous!
Punch: Oh? Then why were you shouting like someone stole your favourite toy?
Eren: I DON’T HAVE A FAVORITE TOY!!
Punch: Aww… so Mikasa isn’t your favourite?
Eren: T-That’s not what I—!! I’m not a kid!!
Punch: You sound like one.
Armin: Punch… maybe tone it down a little—
Punch: What? I’m just worried about him. He’s very emotional for someone who claims to be “mature.”
Eren: THAT’S BECAUSE YOU KEEP PROVOKING ME!!
Eren: Mikasa, she’s calling me a child!
Punch: If you want to prove you’re not, stop yelling every five seconds.
Eren: I DON’T YELL EVERY FIVE SECONDS!!
Armin quietly counts under his breath.
Armin: …That was three seconds.
Mikasa: You’re being loud.
Armin: Let’s just train, okay? Can we please focus on training before Captain Levi sees this…?
The training field is quiet after sunset. The rooftops glow orange beneath the fading light. Mikasa stands beside Punch, silently adjusting her ODM straps. Her sharp eyes suddenly soften. She notices the scarf wrapped carefully around Punch’s neck, the fabric slightly worn but clearly treasured. Mikasa reaches out, brushing the edge of it with her fingers.
Mikasa: Don’t ever let this go.
Mikasa: It will be the symbol that home will always be here.
The wind lifts the scarf slightly. Punch studies Mikasa’s expression carefully.
Punch: You have someone special?
Mikasa: Not—… it’s not like that. We’re just family. And that scarf… is it from someone special?
Punch: Yes… from my brother.
Punch: He’s still out there. And I will save him one day.
Mikasa: …Well. I hope you can save him one day.
Armin: (Punch chose the hardest path—not because she had to, but because it’s who she is. She won’t forgive the world, and she won’t pretend to love humanity… but she’ll still fight to save it. For us, for her friends, for the future she refuses to abandon. That’s her decision—and I’ll watch beside her, no matter how heavy it gets.)
