Carmen, an elite assassin produced by the government to eliminate any threats to humanity, her greatest asset is her inability to feel pain. One day, she is given new orders, ones she must commit to.
Kill Humanities Strongest.
The only way in doing...
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It had been a while since she'd worn her formal uniform - Historia's coronation if she remembered correctly. She hated the feel of it. The way the material itched against her scars, the way the coat reached her knees, and most of all, the way it branded her as a model scouts. She felt like a trophy, being showcased to the public to prove the strength and dedication of the scouts. Normally, she could cope with that pressure, however now proved difficult. This time, she wasn't being flaunted as a strong example. Instead, she was being exhibited as a fallen soldier. A wounded and distraught scout that dedicated her life and body to the cause.
"It's good you're finally able to walk." Mikasa spoke, handing the assassin a crutch just in case she needed it.
"It's good you're finally out of prison." Carmen replied, only recently finding out that the reason she hadn't seen Mikasa and Eren for a while was because they'd both landed themselves in a cell - curtesy of Levi. "Levi told me you staged a mutiny." She quirked a brow, hoping to get a full story.
Mikasa nodded, holding out her arm to help Carmen stand, then sticking by her side as she shakily and slowly walked. "Yeah, did he tell you he was going to let Armin die?" She defended. In truth, Carmen didn't blame her for her actions, despite the fact that she'd held a knife to Levi's throat. That said, Carmen had done the same occasionally.
"He did." She continued walking at a slow pace, trying her best to look as though she wasn't uncoordinated. "But I don't blame you for trying to save Armin. In fact - between you and I - I'm actually glad."
Mikasa paused, contemplating Carmen's words. At first, she thought she'd be scolded, reprimanded by either a superior or someone close to Levi. However, this was unexpected. This was different. This was... a relief. The girl continued walking by Carmen's side, her previous dread leaving her body. Both scouts continued their walk, a mutual sense of respect and gratitude lingering in the air.
Once they'd reached the rest of the scouts - albeit slowly - the two separated into their own secs. Mikasa wandered to the rest of the squad, whereas Carmen walked unsteadily towards Hange and Levi. The two superiors instantly noticed the fact that, although she was holding it, she wasn't using her crutch. Looking at her with a hint of concern, Levi walked by her side, putting her arm over his shoulder to hold her steadily.
Though his act of kindness didn't have its desired effect. "I'm fine." She gently tugged her arm back, the action shocking both Levi and Hange. However, Carmen saw no fault in her approach. It was the way that things were - she got injured, and now she'd get back up, walk on her own two feet just as usual. Regardless of the fact that one of her 'feet' was now made of metal. She'd gotten back up when Annie Leonhardt had wounded her. She'd gotten back up when she'd decimated the dolls.
And she would do the same now.
"I'm sorry, but Levi, this is something I need to do on my own." She expressed, her unwavering independence made Levi fearful. He knew well enough of Carmen's history, and he knew her awful habit of biting off more than she could chew.
