#(I haven't proof read this I instead went insane and then posted. I was simply possessed during this.)

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▒ ANSWERED ᴹᴱᴹᴱ! sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver ➳ @naitfall

Anarchy rumbles within the Military. Beneath the everyday of the people lies the slow crumbling of corruption, the abolishment of the disorder that the government deems a liability to humanity. The dark shadow of the Military began its covert strike, led by madmen adorned with equipment SHE’D never seen before. A stir in the false stability that governed life inside these walls. News got out, fabrications to further the government's control. A goal still lost to her. The woman’s feelings on the very regiment that they hunted torn. A hypocrite. Someone who looked down on them, had a rooted vendetta against their cause, someone who could no longer put senseless acts of heroism above the lives of even a single civilian. Who couldn’t let herself FIGHT anymore for a pointless dream.

Fight. There was a pit in her stomach, a rise in anxiety- no, not anxiety. It was a whirlwind of uncontainable will, her morals put to the test of the royal game. She’s unable to be reasoned with. Those weak beliefs of hers crashing down alongside the rest ━━ Nile knows, because he sees it in her eyes again. Can’t stop her, won’t … always, she has been a fury that wasn’t meant to be contained. An insanity that lied in the hearts of all survey corp members, the unshakeable will that drove them forward. 

Anarchy. What was right anymore? What was right for her? She had always been on her own side. But where did that place her now? Away. Find them. Was it the answers she sought, or them? Her focus is fixed. It didn’t matter. It was a pull she could never avoid. That dragged her towards them even in fury. A string attached so deeply it couldn’t be cut. And him. 

She can find them. Him. For every patrolling soldier, everyone on the hunt would still follow her order. Those without standing rank. The soldiers who didn’t have their eyes trained on her. Who weren’t watching her every move. She knows. She had also seen it in her father’s eyes. Laura isn’t one to be left in the dark. And above all else, she was no pawn in the game they played. If she had to break the chessboard herself to make that known, she would. 

And still, what was right? In their twisted world, in that damn regiment no different then her own, where rules wouldn’t apply. The victor lies in those willing to throw it all away. To get their hands dirty. She knows the rules outside the walls are different, that it was a bloody battlefield. She knows she will find them. Knows that others would get close enough too. It’s a cruel irony that the forest inside the walls was still lurking with beasts. That the very rules of kill or be killed would apply to the struggle between humans themselves. The firing of a single shot brings her to her target. A bullet that never reached its mark. 

Nothing is right about this. The illuminance of the night sky is a spotlight to the crushing weight of this world’s violence. Kill or be killed. Kill or be killed. She had frozen long before the first splatter of blood, been there long enough to hear the abrupt halt of a soldier's final cry. A familiar uniform, but equipment unassociated. Interior soldier. She recognised that in a split second, but these are not the thoughts that go through her head. Such observation is quick, barely audible in her mind ━━ they were dead. A blade. Was that … - and, him. Levi. 

The breeze picks up, unpleasant at the touch, a biting cold to the fresh blood that dripped down her face. Then, she must have reached out, gotten close enough … it all happened too fast for her to keep up. She can’t recall. Had she already gotten this close before he-? Had she even had time to react to what was transpiring? 

The soldier's face keeps her attention. A hitch in her breathing, wide eyes untamed. They all died the same. She’s seen that look of horror and despair before. Even in death. It remained. That look was always HAUNTING. And still so familiar. Like she never left. Whether Titan or … human, in the end, despair would remain preserved in its savagery. 

Laura wasn’t sure if she stopped breathing, or could no longer pay attention to it. How sharp each breath was, the way shoulders would rise and fall abruptly, the shake in her unbridled gaze. Shock horror, anger, despair, confusion … undecided. But she can't move so easily. Movements slow as she finally raises her eyes to him. Clouds drift, the moon’s light gracing through the trees, revealing and shadowing whatever it saw fit. Yet his face she saw clearly. The blood that adorned his features. It’s hard to distinguish what she sees and what she feels. It’s cold. But she is used to the numb touch of frost.

All it takes is a single move, a shift in his position, before her gun is raised. 

All sense returns to her with a burning fury in her veins, even as body remains encased in ICE, her movements precise and pointed. The abrupt shift of her gun is the only noise that follows. Is the only noise allowed to be spoken between them right then and there. But, oh, her eyes, ever fierce and fixated, shimmer in the reflection of the moon. Darkness weighing in their discomposure. There is no hate that she can display, no villainy between them she can muster up, even now. And still, she does not hesitate to aim that gun at him. Of no loyalty to the government, nor to the soldiers of the interior unit, and no fear of him … she isn’t scared. Vulnerable, but not by his hands. 

“  Have you lost your damn mind?  ”     Widened eyes peak, an expression undignified, authority and vile at its core. Words uneven in tone, unrelenting, a question she doesn’t need an answer to. Shock horror and confusion mesh together into a wild display, her eyes never to hide the whirlwind of emotion that stormed within her. Kill or be killed. Again and again. Every power struggle, within the walls, outside the walls, within the damn interior, it was all the same.   

“   Did that remaining sanity of yours finally break? Is this what it means now- kill whatever gets in your way. No different to wild animals backed into a corner.  ”     Is this the choice, Levi? Had it come to this. She can’t budge, won’t, but something in her withered gaze needs something. She can’t ever pull the trigger on him. Pride. It keeps it pointed high, without hesitance. What was right and what was wrong. She should know, but she doesn’t. Can’t find her grounding. 

No. Deep down, she knows. She can never completely trust either side, has no loyalty to anything other than her own morals. Her trust is in her and her alone. That trust she has in herself, at some point in time, had grown. Begrudgingly, completely unorthodox, changing in ways she can’t completely abide to … even in the hell they create, with blood staining his hands, the disorder of their entire world, humanity at each other's throats in a power struggle that would change the foundation of everything …

Right now, she needs to be proven right. That the trust she has in him, completely, above anyone else, won’t be her undoing. That even if it is, it’s the right choice. Not for humanity. Maybe not even for what meant for her. But a loyalty she hadn’t believed she could feel again ━━ one not easy to come by. In all its mess. Was real.

“ Explain. Now. I won't ask a second time.  ”