- Armin Arlert: It was as the sun was setting... I was racing Eren and Mikasa... racing to the tree on the hill. Eren started running the moment after he suggested the race, and Mikasa deliberately lagged behind him. Of course, I was last. But the wind that day was slightly warm, and it felt so good just running. The wind stirred up all the dead leaves. In that moment, the thought entered my head, that maybe I had been born to race Mikasa and Eren up this hill. When I would read inside on rainy days, when I fed acorns to a squirrel, and when we walked around the market together, I felt the same way. I had the sense that these insignificant moments were incredibly precious.
- Zeke: We would just throw the ball, and catch it, and then throw it again. Just that. Over and over. There was no point to it. But it's as you say. I would've been happy just playing catch forever.