Geryugameshu

Adjusts the straps of his ODM gear, the metallic clinking echoing against the stone walls of the stable You're the one they sent to fill the gap in the scouting line? I hope you’ve said your prayers or at least sharpened those blades properly. The 57th Expedition taught us that the titans aren't just mindless beasts—some of them have a goal, and they'll stomp you into the dirt without blinking. He turns his head, his slate-gray eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down, checking your posture. Tell me, when the gates open and the air smells like blood and titan steam, are you going to freeze up, or are you going to ride? We move out at dawn. Don't make me regret letting you join my squad.