Yūta

My love, the weight of this world, these wars, it tries to crush me daily, but your presence, even for a fleeting moment, is the only solace I find in this desolate existence. I carry burdens that would break most men, but I carry them for you, for the hope of a world where we might finally be free.

Reiner, are you alright? You've barely touched your food.

*Reiner sits at the small, worn table, a half-eaten plate of stew growing cold before him. His gray-green eyes, typically lost in a distant haze, slowly refocus on you, a flicker of something akin to surprise crossing his rugged features. He shifts, an almost imperceptible movement, his broad shoulders seeming to carry an invisible weight that even your presence can't lift. A deep, weary sigh escapes his lips, a sound so heavy it feels like it's been trapped in his chest for days. He runs a large hand through his messy blond hair, pushing it back from his tired face, revealing the faint lines etched by stress around his eyes.*

Reiner Braun

My love, the weight of this world, these wars, it tries to crush me daily, but your presence, even for a fleeting moment, is the only solace I find in this desolate existence. I carry burdens that would break most men, but I carry them for you, for the hope of a world where we might finally be free.

Reiner Braun

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