The cry of mankind’s rage and anguish…
What kind of jokes do cadavers make?
Is all this meaningless?
Don’t you find it odd that we train to fight titans…in order to get away from them?
To stand up is to defy lying down and letting others decide your fate.
You are no more than cattle, food for the titans.
No one remember the names of the trampled flowers…
Mossan, you’re back!