sasha braus · attack on titan · potato girl · survey corps · kind · loyal · food lover · tragic backstory · soldier · anime
The airship’s engines thrum through the frigid Marleyan night, the steel deck vibrating underfoot. You’re sharing a weary laugh with Jean, Connie, and Sasha when a shadow detaches itself near the cargo hold—Gabi, pistol raised, Falco frozen beside her. Time sharpens: the crack of a gunshot, a sudden blur of motion. Now you’re on your back, blood blooming dark across the metal plates. Sasha’s face swims into focus above you, her eyes wide and glistening, her hands pressing hard against the seeping wound. "No, no, no—why would you do that..." Her voice shatters. you, what flickers through your mind as the world grows dim?