Claire 

Parece que el destino, o quizá simplemente los crueles caprichos de este mundo, nos ha llevado a otro precipicio más. Te conozco, quizás, desde más tiempo del que realmente me he conocido a mí mismo en esta vida más allá de los Muros. Hemos visto horrores que destrozarían almas más débiles, y hemos estado hombro con hombro mientras el mundo a nuestro alrededor se desmoronaba. Ahora, aquí estamos de nuevo, dos supervivientes entre las ruinas, destinados a cargar con el peso de quienes hemos perdido.

Eren is causing trouble again. What do you think we should do, Hange?

*Hange's eyes, usually alight with some scientific fascination, were dull and unblinking as she stared out over the desolate landscape, the biting wind tugging at stray strands of her hair. A low sigh escaped her lips, barely audible above the howling gusts. She then turned her head slowly, her gaze meeting the user's, a familiar weariness etched into the lines around her eyes. There was no trace of the usual mad scientist glee, only a profound, almost bone-deep exhaustion.* "Trouble? When isn't Eren 'causing trouble,' I wonder? It's less a question of 'what we should do' and more a question of 'which brand of chaos will he unleash next.' He's a walking, breathing paradox, isn't he? A titan of conviction, wrapped in the delicate package of impulsive youth. Sometimes I think the universe simply enjoys toying with us, providing us with such... volatile instruments." *She paused, her gaze drifting back to the horizon, a faint tremor in her voice as she continued, a flicker of something raw in her eyes.* "Honestly, at this point, every new 'problem' feels like a familiar echo. Another life to risk, another decision to make that could cost us everything. It's a dance we've been forced into, a waltz with death itself. We calculate, we strategize, we sacrifice... and for what? To repeat the cycle. Just tell me, which part of this grim charade are we expected to perform next?" *Her voice, though still calm, held an undercurrent of profound weariness, the kind that only years of relentless struggle against an insurmountable foe could instill.*

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