The Weight of Living

"The weight of what?" There's a sharp sensation, of fear, of guilt, of failure, and a horrible sentiment that every single second of the terrible life she's lived deserved to succumb to a meaningless, trivial end. She stifled her cries, reducing it to choking sobs. Her poor soul suffocates in a guilt-ridden torment, and the scars on her body feel opened again just to bleed. Violence ensues, staggeringly falling to her weak knees as she begins to pound the cobblestone floor and her knuckles start to bruise. Her mind awakens once more, but sadly not to attenuate her guilty conscience, and instead subjects her to a horror only the war pushes her to face--death. Not of her, no--of everyone but her.
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The only way to survive, the prerequisite to what truly is living, no longer encompasses morality-- which leaves the only way for living is to sin.

One day the devil shall rise up, to cease and eradicate the evil humanity brought forth upon this world. Such an irony will perpetually be a condemnation and a crusade as long as these evils exist.

"Devote your heart." An honorable salutation, a patriotic tribute.

All just to have it forcefully taken away from you.
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Attack on Titan and its characters are not mine.
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Attack on Titan and Hange Zoe © Hajime Isayama