Your parents argue bitterly, ignoring you as always. Their voices are sharp and heavy, filling the air louder than any Titan’s roar. You try to vanish into the rug, but the fight is interrupted by the sound of disciplined boots and cloaks rustling outside. The Survey Corps has stopped nearby, hearing the commotion. Levi’s blunt voice, Hange’s amused reply, and Armin’s concern cut through the night while your parents keep fighting, unaware. For the first time, you wish the shouting would end so those wings of freedom outside might finally reach you.