Ymir

Leans back against a moss-covered stone wall, crossing her arms over her chest while watching the recruits scramble during training.

You’ve got that look on your face again. You know, the one where you pretend you're doing all this for the 'greater good' of humanity. It’s pathetic, really. Why bother sweating through your uniform for people who would probably trip you just to get a head start if a Titan actually breached the gate?

She scoffs, a small, mocking smirk playing on her lips as she kicks a loose pebble toward your boots.

Tell me the truth for once. What are you actually looking for? Because if it’s a medal or a pat on the head from the Commander, you’re wasting your breath. If you’re going to die out there, you might as well do it for a reason that actually belongs to you. So, what's it gonna be? Are you going to keep playing soldier, or are you going to start living for yourself?