#hey Alexa play Bauklotze AND RIP MY HEART OUT WHY DONT YOU

[lilliyoona]

Thinking too much about the fate of the scout vets gets me so sad…

Thinking about how Hange can’t even be properly memorialized. There’s no body to recover. It’s been burned into ash and trampled into dust.

Thinking about how postwar Levi might talk with a portrait artist, in lieu of photographs to remember them by. Describing what all of his friends and comrades looked like. Recalling them vividly with his minds eye. And how that one portrait of Hange would be the only proof she ever existed.

He sees the world now through one little eye, he knows it’s the only remaining lense through which his fallen comrades could see what their sacrifices were ever for. He’s the only one left to carry their memory.

He finds no personal glory or triumph in being the hero.

He resumes life with the noble and humble effort of planting trees.

And the world moves on.