[He thinks about the king, tucked away behind the walls of the inner district, content to send hundreds, thousands, to their deaths. The leaders of the Wall Cult, trying to gain momentum among the population. The Military Police, built on a lucrative hierarchy, the corruption he had heard rumors of and never cared about until he realized how stupid it all was. The soldiers who demand recognition simply for wearing a crest, without caring about anything beyond themselves, the kind of soldier he used to be.]

...Not very long.

I guess it's naive to think that all of our problems would be solved if we could just kill off all the titans. [A self-deprecating scoff.] But then I get mad when I think about it...because if we're not fighting for freedom, for peace, what the hell is the point of it all? What have my comrades been dying for?