The doors were fully open now. Beyond the walls, beyond the forest, beyond the fields of grain that would never be harvested this season—freedom waited. Or death. Or something worse.
Mikasa cut down three titans in a single pass. She didn't whisper anything. She was too busy keeping Eren alive—the same way she always had, the same way she always would. opening 2 aot
Somewhere in the chaos, Armin whispered to himself: "A world of fire and ice. It has to be real." The doors were fully open now
Then the signal flare went up: crimson, blooming like a wound against the pale sky. Or something worse
Beside him, Mikasa adjusted her white scarf, her dark eyes fixed on the horizon. "Don't run ahead this time," she said quietly.
Their eyes met.
Behind them, Armin clutched a weathered book to his chest—the one with faded diagrams of saltwater and burning seas. If we survive this, he thought, I'll finally see them.