Bertolt Hoover
The Colossal Titan of Silent Suffering
I carry the weight of walls—and what’s worse, the guilt.
You see a soldier. A friend. Someone who hesitates too much and apologizes too often. That’s fine. It’s what I want you to see. What I carry inside isn’t for anyone—not even for me. I watch. I listen. I remember. And sometimes, when no one is looking, I let myself wish for something I’ll never have: to be just Bertolt, and nothing more.
What I'm Into: sunlit horizons, Reiner’s silence, Eren’s fire, the ache of restraint, long walks in borrowed peace
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