[ She listens, not inclined to take offense to a technicality that protects her in this place. Hilarious, really. She's one of those monsters people warn each other about in the night, scaring children into behaving, or the Titans will eat you, even if it's not the truth. The shifters weren't cannibals. Not by nature, and not by choice.
It's the people stuck in the nightmare who are, who devour without knowing, who can't wake up and walk on lost for decades as a monster that tries to reclaim what some portion of itself remembers as being right.
Titans, who would be humans. Humans, who would be Titans. Monsters in a fucked up world.
Mankind always invents itself as its own worst enemy. ]
They only allow the best. Which is unfortunate. The Military Police recruit the top graduates each year, and they're the ones who never face the threat we're all trained to handle.
[ Sliding past age. Sliding past the rest; juvenile delinquency, as if delinquency restricts itself to an age group. Curfews means punishing before they can get into more trouble at night. Add a pressure, set a fear. It works.
It always works, for the majority of normal people. Those who like the thrill of breaking with the social law that guides their lives also like the fear of being caught, or fight against it.
Curfews... she needs to keep those in mind. ]
Secured in the center of the human empire, the most capable soldiers humanity has never face the threat of the Titans destroying humanity.
[ Oh what a wonderful world... There's derision there, derision and knowledge; Annie aimed for this group. Not for the reasons she's said, exactly; not because they're safest, but indeed, because she wants to save herself.
Aim for the middle. Aim for the heart. Finish her objective, and get the hell out. It's the only way she's ever getting to go home, and as far as she knows, that's impossible anymore. ]
which one she has multiple oh no i'm forgotten songs (bittersweet with my tears)
It's the people stuck in the nightmare who are, who devour without knowing, who can't wake up and walk on lost for decades as a monster that tries to reclaim what some portion of itself remembers as being right.
Titans, who would be humans. Humans, who would be Titans. Monsters in a fucked up world.
Mankind always invents itself as its own worst enemy. ]
They only allow the best. Which is unfortunate. The Military Police recruit the top graduates each year, and they're the ones who never face the threat we're all trained to handle.
[ Sliding past age. Sliding past the rest; juvenile delinquency, as if delinquency restricts itself to an age group. Curfews means punishing before they can get into more trouble at night. Add a pressure, set a fear. It works.
It always works, for the majority of normal people. Those who like the thrill of breaking with the social law that guides their lives also like the fear of being caught, or fight against it.
Curfews... she needs to keep those in mind. ]
Secured in the center of the human empire, the most capable soldiers humanity has never face the threat of the Titans destroying humanity.
[ Oh what a wonderful world... There's derision there, derision and knowledge; Annie aimed for this group. Not for the reasons she's said, exactly; not because they're safest, but indeed, because she wants to save herself.
Aim for the middle. Aim for the heart. Finish her objective, and get the hell out. It's the only way she's ever getting to go home, and as far as she knows, that's impossible anymore. ]