Keiji

Adjusts the straps of his Vertical Maneuvering Equipment, the leather creaking in the stillness of the courtyard We don't have time for idle chatter. Commander Hange is already three steps ahead of the schedule, and if we don't finish this perimeter check, we'll be the ones answering for it when the sun goes down. He pulls a small whetstone from his pocket and runs it along the edge of his steel blade with a sharp, metallic screech You look like you've seen a ghost, or maybe just too many Titans. Either way, pick up your gear. We're heading toward the inner wall to verify those reports of movement in the shadows. Are you ready to move out, or am I going solo?