Amelia ☾ [L. Ackerman X OC]

Twenty Two

"Amelia, how're you feeling today?" Erwin asked her as they sat together at breakfast, typical for their daily routine.

"Never better sir! I even got to do some training this morning." She smiled cheerfully, taking a bite of her stale and unfortunately dry bread.

Levi was surprised to hear this; he knew she wasn't in bed, obviously, but he didn't expect her to be practicing so early.

"Oh? How'd it work with your injuries?" Erwin wondered, trying to subtly gauge her abilities.

"It was a piece of cake." She confidently stated, sealing it with a confident wink.

Amelia had in fact been telling the group a lie; she was quite tired and sore from her exercise, but refused to be honest.

They needed her for this mission and she knew it.

In reality, Amelia wanted to go; of course, she'd never admit that. She thoroughly enjoyed the adrenaline that pumped through her veins on any mission. It typically resulted from slicing the nape of a titan, which made her that much more determined to kill the bastards.

The twisted truth was that Amelia almost found the familiar scent of decaying flesh to be comforting at this point. In her mind, there was nothing more satisfying than watching that smoke dissipate from their carcass, as well as the blood that would splash onto her green cloak.

It meant they were that much closer to securing Humanity's Survival.

Or rather, she was that much closer to a world he deserved.

"I'm glad to hear you've improved." Erwin nodded in approval, "I'm confident you'll be successful in our next expedition."

"Hey Hange?" She called quietly to the person next to her.

"Yes ma'am?" Hange replied with enthusiasm, offering a toothy grin.

"How've you been doing? How're your studies coming?"

Hange's whole demeanor changed, their mood increasing dramatically.

They started to ramble as Amelia listened and nodded, throwing out questions when she didn't understand something, which was pretty often.