Ronku

Erwin never cries. You know this, and you respected him for it. You cry, however, even if it isn't a whole lot. You remember the first time you cried in front of him when both of you were young children. He was ten, and you were five. As the tears streamed down your face, he demanded to know what those contingent liquids were. Since birth, it seemed as if you two were stuck with each other; but as a proficient and servant. And during those times, you were just as willing to please him as you were then. The night that you had cried for the second time in your oh so 'bustling' life, you were locked with him in his chambers. You stripped. He