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Takashi knelt solemnly at the foot of the chaise, listening to his father's and Haninozuka's words. His stoic expression reflected nothing of the heartbreak that he felt inside, because he would not show them one ounce of weakness. He was strong and loyal, as his father had taught him to be - he could not betray that even now. "Mitsukuni has strayed," Haninozuka declared disapprovingly. "I cannot deny that I love my son like any good father, but - prodigy that he is - he is no example for Yasuchika or the rest of the family." Morinozuka nodded his head in agreement, rubbing his forehead as if it ached terribly at the thought of separating the

No wonderful tidings came with the morning but pain both at the forefront of my head and above my knee. It had been a bad decision to drink the whole bottle of rum last night, but it seemed an all too appealing temptation in the face of trauma and a freshly severed leg. I groaned as I propped myself up with a great degree of difficulty. My arms were bruised from the wooden crutches, and felt too heavy to move. The encounter with the female titan had washed any feeling of security from me the day before. Despite my words of comfort to Eren and Levi, my own conscience remained unsettled. I had every confidence in the two men tans their individu

It had been a hard day - the hardest any of us had endured yet. The dwindling survivors of the Survey Corps had returned to the safety of the walls, the female titan and her peril all but forgotten. And with the setting of the sun came the lonely night. There was no merry chatter in the mess hall that night; there was no dinner. After the traumatising deaths of so many comrades, hardly an appetite was spared. I had lit no candles yet, and it was dark. In the corner of the mess hall, I was seated against the wall, a bottle of cheap rum that had been stowed away for whichever member's birthday happened to be next uncapped and overturned into a