and history

like love

is never enough.

*

The Titan resembled nothing so much as some cruel divine experimentation on an already misshapen toddler. Its cheeks were round and infantile, its eyes wide and startlingly clear, almost innocent, and it gazed up at them with the mute tranquility of a well fed infant. It had hair, too, a surprising little shock of brown that grew up in tufts all over the lumpy oval of its head. It stood there, its chubby arms ' each well bigger than any of their largest cannons ' raised towards them, like a child asking to be lifted.

'I've seen her a few times, ' Hanji said. She had both hands planted on her hips, her stance steady and calm, but Erwin could see how unnerved she was by the high color in her cheeks. 'Never on patrol, but usually on Wall guard ' she likes to hang around between here and the outer curve. ' She smiled, distantly. 'I think she likes to listen to the people inside. '