But my words like silent raindrops fell

Imagine how STRONG Hange is.

Alone, with no one left except a half dead Levi, they jump into the river without a second thought, desperate to save the only remaining friend first and themselves. Not only they have to dodge Yaegerist bullets, but they have to swim holding a dead weight, careful not to hurt him more than he already is. With torn clothes, open wounds, aching burned flesh, eyes and fingers drenched in blood that mingles with water. They have to swim through the currents, maybe following downstream but nonetheless in swirling and sloshing waters not always low enough to rest their feet or to walk.  They have no hope yet they go on, stubbornly struggling to trad water with all the courage they have.

That’s how STRONG Hange is.

Imagine how STRONG Hange is.

Alone, with no one left except a half dead Levi, they jump into the river without a second thought, desperate to save the only remaining friend first and themselves. Not only they have to dodge Yaegerist bullets, but they have to swim holding a dead weight, careful not to hurt him more than he already is. With torn clothes, open wounds, aching burned flesh, eyes and fingers drenched in blood that mingles with water. They have to swim through the currents, maybe following downstream but nonetheless in swirling and sloshing waters not always low enough to rest their feet or to walk.  They have no hope yet they go on, stubbornly struggling to trad water with all the courage they have.

That’s how STRONG Hange is.

Imagine how STRONG Hange is.

Alone, with no one left except a half dead Levi, they jump into the river without a second thought, desperate to save the only remaining friend first and themselves. Not only they have to dodge Yaegerist bullets, but they have to swim holding a dead weight, careful not to hurt him more than he already is. With torn clothes, open wounds, aching burned flesh, eyes and fingers drenched in blood that mingles with water. They have to swim through the currents, maybe following downstream but nonetheless in swirling and sloshing waters not always low enough to rest their feet or to walk.  They have no hope yet they go on, stubbornly struggling to trad water with all the courage they have.

That’s how STRONG Hange is.

Imagine how STRONG Hange is.

Alone, with no one left except a half dead Levi, they jump into the river without a second thought, desperate to save the only remaining friend first and themselves. Not only they have to dodge Yaegerist bullets, but they have to swim holding a dead weight, careful not to hurt him more than he already is. With torn clothes, open wounds, aching burned flesh, eyes and fingers drenched in blood that mingles with water. They have to swim through the currents, maybe following downstream but nonetheless in swirling and sloshing waters not always low enough to rest their feet or to walk.  They have no hope yet they go on, stubbornly struggling to trad water with all the courage they have.

That’s how STRONG Hange is.

Imagine how STRONG Hange is.

Alone, with no one left except a half dead Levi, they jump into the river without a second thought, desperate to save the only remaining friend first and themselves. Not only they have to dodge Yaegerist bullets, but they have to swim holding a dead weight, careful not to hurt him more than he already is. With torn clothes, open wounds, aching burned flesh, eyes and fingers drenched in blood that mingles with water. They have to swim through the currents, maybe following downstream but nonetheless in swirling and sloshing waters not always low enough to rest their feet or to walk.  They have no hope yet they go on, stubbornly struggling to trad water with all the courage they have.

That’s how STRONG Hange is.

Imagine how STRONG Hange is.

Alone, with no one left except a half dead Levi, they jump into the river without a second thought, desperate to save the only remaining friend first and themselves. Not only they have to dodge Yaegerist bullets, but they have to swim holding a dead weight, careful not to hurt him more than he already is. With torn clothes, open wounds, aching burned flesh, eyes and fingers drenched in blood that mingles with water. They have to swim through the currents, maybe following downstream but nonetheless in swirling and sloshing waters not always low enough to rest their feet or to walk.  They have no hope yet they go on, stubbornly struggling to trad water with all the courage they have.

That’s how STRONG Hange is.

Have a river mermaid and otter friend swimming together in murky waters.