The last message from the messenger

Dear Hanji

Sometimes I worry about you. Scratch that, I'm always worried about you. Your recklessness knows no bounds and I always dread what kind of crazy experiment you'll come up with next. Be it saving you from waltzing too close to the two Titans you so fondly named or dragging you out from another research project you've immersed yourself in deeply. Life is always busy and eventful with you as squad leader.

Which may or may not explain my rising intake of copious amounts of alcohol since I ed your squad and became your assistant.

You tend to go a bit overboard and have a tendency to throw caution to the wind. Which I fear may have skewered your self preservation skills as I often find myself chastising you for your unpredictable behaviour. But still I wouldn't trade my time being your assistant and being together with the squad for anything else. I value our friendship and I will treasure my memories and think back upon them with fondness.

Though these days trouble seems to be brewing. No longer is it the run of the mill expeditions to recover our lost land while fighting for humanity's survival against the Titans but fighting for our own survival as a regiment while exposing government corruption. Not to mention the world changing fact that we might have been killing fellow humans all along and the walls that have protected us for so long have titans inside them!

Our small world has certainly extended beyond the walls these past few months, but that was to be expected based upon the probabilities of the premonitions that came after the discovery of cadet Eren Jaeger.

The prospect of a live subject with the ability to turn into a Titan certainly got you excited to the point of almost exploding from happiness.

And when you finally got the chance to touch the raw muscles of a Titan you ended up burning yourself. Stressingly enough for me that wasn't the latest and last reckless action made by you. It has almost become an endless list for me to agonise over.

Don't get me wrong, I know your actions is with the best intentions and there's nothing wrong with that. Your acts of recklessness did get us answers and results, I'm just glad that I was able to be there for you and make assure your safety.

But I digress, some of your recklessness must have rubbed off on me. When I wanted to prevent the military police from harming you when you questioned them about pastor Nicks death, grabbing the police officer Sannes roughly may not have been the wisest decision I've made.

But enough of my own nostalgia of the olden days where things were simple.

The times have grown more dangerous and despite all we've been through together I fear that I may not be with you till the end.

Therefor I have written this letter to you in case I one day for some reason or another won't be there for you.

Please, please take better care of yourself in the future. Because if I'm not there to drag you away from your research or pull you to safety then who will keep you safe if not yourself?

Best regards

Your assistant Moblit Berner