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Each of the nine Eotenas bears an epithet.

As does the Eoten which you will inherit.

And that Eoten, no matter which era it finds itself in, strives for freedom and forges ever onward.

It has always fought for that freedom.

And it's name was...

The Eoten: Onslaught.

In the past Eren has controlled pure Eotenas in a moment of great peril.

If I consume someone with royal blood who has been turned into an Eotene,

I may be able to wield the power of the Founding Eoten.

But if I speak of such a possibility now, what will the military do to Historia?

Form a family.

Huh?

Be it a wife, or a child, or even someone from the street. Just find somebody to love.

For if you can't do that, the cycle will only repeat itself.

The same doomed history. The same damned mistakes. Again and again.

If you wish to save Mikasa and Armin, and everyone else, you must carry out your duty.

Mikasa? Armin? Who are they?

Who indeed. I know not.

Whose memories are these?

That fateful day reminded humanity

That fateful day reminded humanity

of the shadows lurking in the darkness

of the shadows lurking in the darkness

and our hearts knew fear once again.

and our hearts knew fear once again.

A new future blooms over thin ice,

A new future blooms over thin ice,

uncertain and fragile.

uncertain and fragile.

With every night that falls,

With every night that falls,

a cold hand reaches out to us

a cold hand reaches out to us

and trails its fingers down our necks.

and trails its fingers down our necks.

We're betraying the fading twilight,

We're betraying the fading twilight,

looking now to a gently glowing hope to guide us.

looking now to a gently glowing hope to guide us.

We'll pursue our dreams even through hell and beyond!

We'll pursue our dreams even through hell and beyond!

How much are you willing to give

How much are you willing to give

to bring them to fruition?

to bring them to fruition?

A sweetly demonic voice demands

A sweetly demonic voice demands

that we pave a road of corpses to take us there.

that we pave a road of corpses to take us there.

What is it that awaits us beyond these walls?

What is it that awaits us beyond these walls?

Nothing less than the infallible truths

Nothing less than the infallible truths

we've yearned for since we were youths

we've yearned for since we were youths

lies at the end of this road of corpses.

lies at the end of this road of corpses.

We'll fly straight like an arrow down that road

We'll fly straight like an arrow down that road

as the feathers scatter from our wings.

as the feathers scatter from our wings.

Even if we offered up our gift-wrapped hearts,

Even if we offered up our gift-wrapped hearts,

it would be still too early for the requiem.

it would be still too early for the requiem.

Until the last rays of sunlight are gone,

Until the last rays of sunlight are gone,

we will continue to push on

we will continue to push on

through the darkness and beyond.

through the darkness and beyond.

Beyond the Walls

Beyond the Walls

The entire world is our enemy?

But if we disclose this to the public, the walls will surely descend into chaos.

He's right! Not even we know the full extent of our situation!

So you would once again deceive the people?

You would coddle the ignorant masses inside the walls just as King Reiss did?

If so, what exactly justifies our plucking of the crown from the King's head?

We shall tell the people.

It will be the rightful restoration of memories stolen by King Reiss one century ago to the people of today.

We are all people of the walls who share a common fate.

Moving forward, we must come together as one to consolidate our strength.

The truth behind the man-eating Eotenas is that they were human beings like us all along.

Subjects of Ymir with whom we share a common ancestry.

Our King, one hundred years ago, erected these walls, used the power of the Eotenes and manipulated

the memories of the people to make them believe that humanity outside the walls had perished.

But little did we know, humanity had never perished.

They called us, the Subjects of Ymir, thusly:

a race of devils.

In the not too distant future, the enemy will ostensibly invade our land to plunder resources.

The attack of the Eotena, which started five years ago with the Colossal Eoten, was a precursor to this.

The publication is already circulating, but what of the veracity of this intel?

The theory lines up with everything we've seen so far.

Though I don't want to believe it either. Not even a little.

Cheers.

So, what's the word on the street?

Varied.

Some accept it whole-hog, some laugh it off,

some who oppose military rule are spreading wild conspiracy theories.

It's an utter state of discord, just as you feared.

Indeed. But it was out of our hands.

We're paid to survey and report.

What we find belongs to the taxpayers.

At least we're better at that than the previous King.

I have immense respect for what you all do.

As someone who lives within the same walls as you, as someone with a job of my own.

Thank you.

Yeah, so you should put some more accolades for the Survey Corps in your next article.

What shall become of us?

Just as we've lived in fear of the Eotenas, despised them,

and wished their eradication from the face of the earth,

the people of this world have viewed us not as humans, but as despicable monstrosities.

And because of that, we've been forced to endure this living hell.

And this hell will continue until we're utterly annihilated.

Hey there, esteemed heroes of the Walls.

Hitch! I didn't think you were coming.

I came to see you get your medals.

I see.

Marlowe...

He fought valiantly till his last.

Yeah.

Isn't that right, Floch? Tell her.

Yeah.

Marlowe Freudenberg was a new emergency recruit just like me, but he managed to rally us together.

The situation was bleak, the Survey Corps had been driven to the brink,

but when we were all wallowing in despair, he alone managed to compel us all forward.

That so.

He was exemplary!

I know.

Which is probably why he didn't listen to me.

But in the end, he probably regretted being there.

Thanks. If you cock up the ceremony, I'll laugh at you.

Dude. Why would you say that?

Because... someone has to tell the truth.

I know you were desperate to bring Commander Erwin back.

That's right. I thought the commander deserved it more than you.

And I'm not the only one.

Everyone does. Anyone who read the reports would feel that way.

Why not Erwin instead?

And what do you claim to know about Armin? What?!

Nothing at all. We didn't grow up together. We're not even close.

But I do know why he was chosen.

Because the two of you, and Captain Levi, were swayed by personal feelings,

threw rationallity to the wind and selfishly used the injection.

You just couldn't abandon your sentimentality.

Listen. It's about time you shut it.

Eren. Somewhere deep inside of you must think you're always right,

which is why you stubbornly threw a tantrum till the bitter end, like a spoiled brat.

Eren. That's enough, come on.

At least Mikasa shows some maturity.

She capitulated in the end.

Hey! The hell do you think you're doing?

Floch, we're about to pay respects to our fallen comrades.

Why are you dredging up the past?

And you guys, you didn't oppose your superiors,

nor did you try to stop Eren and Mikasa. You were just passive bystanders.

So what are the medals for? How does this honor the dead?

Make sure you're honest with the new recruits about what they'll have to do.

Otherwise cowards like me might end up joining your ranks!

How can you go on without Commander Erwin?!

Grunts like me might only be useful when we're being used as cannon fodder,

but surely even fodder deserve the right to know what they're getting into.

Floch's right.

Erwin should've been the one to survive.

I'm not the one who can turn this around.

And how do you know that for sure?

I don't know. Nobody can know what the future holds, what the right choice was.

Besides, have you seen it? What lies outside the Walls?

What's out there waiting for us?

The sea.

That's right! The sea!

But we haven't even seen it!

We don't know anything yet!

Oceans of flame, glacial tundras, snowy sandscapes,

the possibilities are endless!

I'm sure outside the walls, freedom is—

Hey, you brats.

It's time. Line up.

What was in the basement?

Was it hope?

Or was it despair?

Our enemy is greater than we ever imagined.

If we do nothing to enact change, tragedy will befall us again and again.

If it'd serve as an impetus, I'd gladly give my life many times over.

But I don't have the resolve to sacrifice Historia.

What should I do about this? What can anyone do?

I'm an Eldian who came from beyond the walls! A Subject of Ymir, just like you!

King of the walls! Please kill the Eotenas assaulting the walls! My wife, the children...!

Before the people of the walls are devoured!

Eren?

Declassified Information

Hopes for the Future

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I came to understand that the entire world loathed us as a race of devils. They, the people of this world, wished for the eradication of us, the Subjects of Ymir. However, we had no reason to quietly accept that fate. As long as we continue to draw breath, we have an obligation to continue living. We must never stop striving to resist. However... However! Is revealing our power to the world and striking fear into their hearts our only method of resistance? Is a blatant display of our Eotena Power, which they claim is of devilish design, really the only path left open to us? Is a future when we can sit at the same table and come together to talk of our differences really such a fanciful dream? Is it truly such an impossibility that all the peoples of the world cannot come to a mutual understanding and respect for one another? Right now, even if such a thing is hollow idealism, I want to believe in the possibility. I do not wish to abandon this avenue of thought. Because I believe this to be the responsibility I must bear.

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As the snow started building around the Trost District, the titanic hammer, which had felled many an Eotenas,

had fallen silent.

And when the snow started melting,

the Corps announced that the Eotenas within Wall Maria had been eradicated.

By the time the elevators from Trost began to operate and work on the main road had begun in earnest,

the flowers were budding and the butterflies fluttering.

One year had passed since the battle of Trost when the displaced residents were finally permitted to resettle.

And for the first time in six years since the Colossal Eoten first attacked,

the Survey Corps ventured out past Wall Maria.

Just as you predicted, Hange.

Most of the Eotenum came into Wall Maria. It only took a year to cull the majority.

Then let's proceed as planned to our objective.

An Eoten!

Ai, it is come! Carefully now!

Over there.

You think it can't move?

It probably dragged its way over towards the wall little by little.

H-Hey!

He was consigned to paradise. Our compatriot.

Let's move on. We're close.

Hey!

Can we just leave it?

Shouldn't we kill it?

Fucking hell.

This is definitely the place.

This is where Eldians were turned into Eotenum.

And just past there...

Take that!

My eyes!

So friggin' salty!

Hot diggidy damned! Is this really all salt water?!

What's that?

Hange, don't you touch that. Could be poisonous.

See. I told you so, Eren.

It's so big that a merchant could devote their entire life to collecting the salt, and still not deplete it.

Everything I said was true!

Yeah. It's freaking titanic.

Look, Eren, beyond the walls—

is the sea.

And beyond the sea, freedom awaits.

It's what we always believed.

But we were wrong.

What lies beyond the sea is a swath of enemies.

Everything I saw in my dad's memories has been true.

So...

If we kill all our enemies beyond the sea...

can we grasp freedom?