Chapter 22 - The Trial of Eren Yeager

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The tavern's dim light cast long shadows across the wooden table where two figures sat facing each other. Kenny Ackerman, the legendary killer from the Underground, pushed his hat up with one finger, revealing a face with a wide grin. His perpetual grin was sharp as a knife's edge.

"Three years," Jaime said, his voice carrying an edge that could cut steel. "Three years of silence, and now you want to talk? What game are you playing, Kenny?"

Kenny clicked his tongue, leaning back in his chair. "Is that any way to talk to the man who taught you everything you know, brat? Where's your respect for your elders?"

"Respect?" Jaime's hand unconsciously moved to his forehead, fingers tracing the scar that ran from his left eyebrow to his hairline. His dark hair usually kept it hidden, but the memory of how he got it burned fresh as ever. "You mean like the respect you showed me when you gave me this?"

"Oh, come on now," Kenny waved his hand dismissively, taking a sip from his glass. "That was a learning experience. You learned to dodge better after that, didn't you?" His laugh was hollow, echoing off the tavern's walls. "Relax, kid. Let's reminisce about the good old days."

A bitter chuckle escaped Jaime's lips, dark and humorless. "Good old days? That's rich coming from you." He leaned forward, purple eyes blazing with contained fury. "Unlike you, Kenny, I didn't have good old days."

Kenny's grin faltered for a moment, a shadow passing over his face. He winced slightly as if remembering something unpleasant. "How could I forget? Eight years old, looking like death warmed over." His voice dropped lower, almost gentle, but with an edge that cut deep. "Blood and meat on your lips, looking like a corpse that forgot to die. Never seen a kid so far gone who was still breathing."

"Shut up." Jaime's voice was deadly quiet, his hands clenching into fists on the table. The wood creaked under his grip. "One more word about that day, and I'll kill you where you sit."

Kenny's grin returned full force, a predator's smile. "There he is. There's the killer I trained. Tell me, does your little girlfriend know about those days? Does Annie know what you did to survive?"

"Leave her out of this," Jaime snarled, his purple eyes flickering with that dangerous light Kenny knew all too well. "What do you want, Kenny? Why now?"

Kenny leaned forward, all pretense of joviality dropping from his face. "Because things are about to change, kid. Big things are coming, and you're right in the middle of it. That friend of yours, the Yeager boy? He's just the beginning."

"So that's it? You're here to warn me?" Jaime's laugh was sharp and bitter. "Since when do you care about anyone but yourself?"

"Maybe I'm getting sentimental in my old age," Kenny mused, swirling the liquid in his glass. "Or maybe I owe your mother that much at least."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Jaime's voice was barely above a whisper. "What did you just say?"

"Oops," Kenny's grin turned vicious. "Did I say something I shouldn't have? Funny how memories work, isn't it? Some things we remember clear as day, others just... slip away."

Jaime moved faster than most eyes could follow, but Kenny was ready. The older man had his knife at Jaime's throat even as Jaime's blade pressed against his ribs. They stayed frozen like that, and everyone else in the bar was watching in silence, waiting to see which one would be the first to kill the other.

"You knew my mother?" Jaime's voice trembled with barely contained rage.

"Knew her?" Kenny laughed, the sound lacking any warmth. "Kid, there's so much you don't remember. But maybe that's for the best. Some memories are better left buried, don't you think?"

"Stop playing games," Jaime pressed his blade harder, drawing a thin line of blood. "Tell me what you know."

"Can't do that," Kenny said, suddenly serious. "Made a promise, and contrary to popular belief, I do keep those. Sometimes." He lowered his knife slowly. "But I can tell you this – watch your back. Not everyone who smiles at you is your friend, and not everyone who threatens you is your enemy."

Jaime held his position for a moment longer before pulling back, sheathing his blade. "More riddles. You haven't changed at all."

"Neither have you, brat." Kenny stood, adjusting his hat. "Still the same angry kid I found in that house. Just slightly taller now, and with better taste in women." He dropped some coins on the table. "Word of advice? Keep your little titan-shifting friend close. And that girlfriend of yours...Well, let's just say love makes fools of us all."

"I said keep Annie out of this; she is nothing to you."

"The Military Police are getting antsy about that Yeager brat," Kenny said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, completely ignoring Jaime's comment about leaving his little girlfriend alone. "They want him under their control."

Jaime scoffed, his purple eyes flashing with determination. "Eren is humanity's hope. The first real chance we've had in a hundred years to fight back."

"You put too much trust in people, kid." Kenny's voice carried a warning tone. "Especially in someone who can turn into the very thing we're fighting against."

"And what would you know about trust?" Jaime leaned forward. "The man who taught me to trust no one but myself?"

Kenny's laugh was sharp. "And yet here you are, defending the titan boy. Planning to join the Survey Corps too, I hear. The Suicidal Corps, as most call them."

"Someone has to fight for the future," Jaime's voice was firm. "There's a whole world out there, Kenny. Beyond these walls. I'm going to see it all someday."

A flash of something – pride? regret? – crossed Kenny's face. "Just like your mother. Always dreaming of something bigger." He caught himself, face hardening again. "But dreams get people killed in this world."

"You mentioned my mother again," Jaime's voice turned cold. "Who was she, Kenny?"

"All you need to know is you got her eyes," Kenny replied, his tone final. "And her stubborn spirit, for better or worse."

Jaime slammed his fist on the table. "Damn it, Kenny! No more games! Who were my parents?"

"Can't tell you that, kid. Made a promise." Kenny's voice softened slightly. "Some things are better left buried."

"Fine," Jaime spat. "Then tell me why the King wants Eren so badly. The Military Police are nothing but his lapdogs, after all."

Kenny's eyes narrowed. "You're too young to understand the full picture. Politics, power, survival – it's all connected. But here's some free advice: find a way to keep the Yeager boy with the Garrison or your precious Survey Corps. The Military Police will have him otherwise, sooner or later."

"Is that a threat?"

"A warning. From your old mentor." Kenny tipped his hat slightly. "Though I still think you're making a mistake joining those suicidal fools. The Survey Corps is a death sentence."

"Better to die fighting for the tomorrow, than live my life inside these walls," Jaime retorted. "I'm going to see what's out there, Kenny. You already know this."

"Sounds nice," Kenny mused, a strange softness in his voice. "Your mother used to talk like that too. About the world beyond..." He stopped abruptly as if catching himself. "But dreams don't keep you alive, kid. Power does. Remember that." Kenny said that as he stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Kenny," Jaime called out as his former mentor reached the door. "Next time you show up unannounced, I won't stop at threats."

Kenny's laugh echoed through the tavern one last time. "That's my boy. Make sure you survive long enough for that next time, kid. Your mother would never forgive me if you didn't."

Before Jaime could respond, Kenny was gone, leaving nothing but questions and the bitter taste of memories best forgotten. Jaime sat back down heavily, his hand unconsciously moving to touch his forehead scar again.

"Mother..." he whispered to the empty air, fragments of a dream tickling at the edges of his consciousness – purple eyes like his own, a lullaby he couldn't quite remember, and the taste of tears that might have been his own. But he quickly ignored such thoughts; whoever his parents were, they had dropped him in the Underground City like a piece of shit. Whoever they were, they did not deserve Jaime's attention.

Outside, the sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of purple that matched his eyes. Jaime closed his eyes and tried to remember, but all he could remember was the hunger he had felt, Arthur's screams, the feeling of blood on his lips, and Kenny's look when he found him.

He needed to find Annie. She always helped clear his head, even if she didn't know she was doing it. But Kenny's words echoed in his mind: "Love makes fools of us all."

What did Kenny know? What was coming? And most importantly – who had his mother been, and why had she wanted him to forget?

The questions swirled in his mind like storm clouds, but no answers came. Only the certainty that something was coming, something big enough to make Kenny Ackerman, the infamous killer of the Underground, break his silence after three years.

Later

The common room was heavy with exhaustion and grief. Jaime surveyed the room, his purple eyes taking in the untouched food and haunted expressions. Despite being as short as Captain Levi, he had no trouble spotting Ymir's tall frame next to Krista and Sasha.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite ugly freckles," Jaime called out with a grin, approaching their table.

Ymir's lips curled into a smirk. "Look who decided to show up. Our tiny hero."

"At least I'm fun-sized," Jaime retorted. "You're just a walking ladder."

Krista giggled softly, the sound bringing some life back to the gloomy atmosphere. "Be nice, you two."

"Impossible, Krista," Jaime said, putting an arm around her, much to Ymir's displeasure. "Someone has to keep the ugly freckles in check."

"Where have you been hiding, shorty?" Ymir asked, throwing an arm around Krista and trying to push Krista against herself and away from Jaime.

Sasha glanced up, her cheeks tinting pink when their eyes met. Her ponytail was slightly messier than usual, and she quickly looked back down at her barely touched bread.

"Oh?" Ymir's grin turned mischievous. "Potato girl, you're looking a bit flushed there. Everything okay?"

"I-I'm fine!" Sasha stammered, her uniform collar suddenly feeling too tight.

Jaime tilted his head, confused. "You sure? You've hardly touched your food. That's not like you at all."

Ymir snorted. "Dense as ever, shorty."

"What's that supposed to mean, walking tree?"

"Nothing at all," Ymir said sweetly, kissing Krista's cheek. "Right, Sasha?"

Sasha just sank lower in her seat, her face now matching the color of the soup in her bowl.

Jaime's attention was drawn to movement across the room. Annie sat alone at a corner table, her blonde hair neatly tied back. Something in his chest tightened at the sight.

"Excuse me, ladies," he said, straightening up. "Duty calls."

"More like love calls," Ymir muttered, but Jaime was already walking away.

Annie's ice-blue eyes met his as he approached. The collar of her crisp white shirt peeked out from under her jacket, everything about her appearance precisely controlled, as always.

"You disappeared yesterday," she said quietly, her fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of tea.

The bitter taste of yesterday's meeting with Kenny rose in his throat. The memory of his mentor's weathered face and cryptic warnings made his stomach turn.

"Met a crazy old man," Jaime said dismissively, sliding onto the wooden bench beside her. His shoulder brushed against hers, and he felt her lean slightly into the contact.

Annie's eyes narrowed slightly – she knew exactly who he meant. "Your mentor?"

"Yeah," he muttered. "So... you're really set on the Military Police?"

Annie's expression remained neutral, but her fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around her cup. "We've discussed this, Jaime. The interior is safer."

"Safe isn't always better," he said softly, his purple eyes meeting her blue ones.

"No," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But sometimes it's necessary."

The lantern light cast shadows across their faces as they sat in comfortable silence. Around them, the common room's ambient noise continued – the scraping of chairs, the clink of spoons against bowls, the low murmur of conversations.

"I respect your choice," Jaime finally said, reaching under the table to squeeze her hand briefly. "I just wish..."

"I know," Annie replied, and for a moment, her mask slipped, showing a glimpse of something vulnerable in her eyes. "But we both have our paths to follow."

The wooden beams creaked overhead, and through the high windows, the afternoon light was beginning to fade. Their time together was growing shorter, just like the days before their paths would diverge.

"Just promise me you'll be careful," Jaime said, his voice carrying an edge of concern that few ever heard.

Annie's lips curved into the smallest of smiles, one reserved only for him. "Shouldn't I be saying that to you? You're the one joining the Survey Corps."

"What can I say?" he grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Someone has to keep Eren from getting himself killed."

Annie's expression flickered for just a moment, so quickly Jaime almost missed it.

"Speaking of troublemakers," Jaime said, scanning the common room, "where are Mikasa and Armin?"

Annie pointed her fork toward a distant table where the two sat, their heads bent close in discussion. "Over there. Though I don't see why you need them."

"Mikasa! Armin!" Jaime called out, waving them over. His voice carried across the room, causing several heads to turn. "Join us. It's important."

Mikasa's dark eyes narrowed slightly as she approached. Her gaze locked onto Annie with barely concealed hostility. Armin followed close behind, his blonde hair slightly disheveled and his green Training Corps jacket wrinkled from a long day.

As they settled into seats across the table, Annie shifted closer to Jaime, her shoulder pressing against his. She caught Mikasa's gaze and allowed a smug smirk to play across her lips, enjoying the way the other girl's jaw tightened in response.

"What's going on, Jaime?" Armin asked, his bright blue eyes alert despite the exhaustion evident on his face. Neither he nor Jaime noticed the silent battle happening between the two girls.

Jaime leaned forward, his voice dropping to ensure only their small group could hear. The lantern light cast shadows across his face, making the scar on his forehead more prominent. "Eren's going on trial tomorrow."

"Trial?" Mikasa's attention snapped to him immediately, her previous glaring match with Annie forgotten. Her hands clenched into fists on the wooden table. "Why would they put him on trial?"

Jaime raised an eyebrow, his purple eyes glinting with sardonic humor. "I don't know, Mikasa. Maybe it has something to do with the whole becoming a Titan thing, but that's probably just a coincidence."

Armin chuckled softly, and even Annie's lips twitched in amusement, though she quickly schooled her features back to neutrality.

"This isn't funny, Jaime," Mikasa said, though some of the edge had left her voice.

"No, it's not," he agreed, his expression growing serious. His fingers drummed against the wooden table as he continued. "The Military Police are already sharpening their knives. They want their claws in him."

Mikasa's face darkened at the mention of the Military Police, her hand unconsciously moving to the handle of her blade. Annie watched this reaction with interest, her ice-blue eyes calculating.

"Can anything be done?" Armin asked, his mind already working through possibilities. "To keep him away from the Military Police?"

Jaime nodded, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. "Commander Erwin is working on it. He's got some pull with the brass, but..." he paused, glancing around before continuing, "we need more than just military backing. We need a lawyer."

The word fell like a stone in a quiet pond. Even Annie looked surprised, her usual mask of indifference slipping for a moment.

"A lawyer?" Armin's eyes widened. "Who would be willing to defend Eren? Most people are terrified of him now."

"That's the tricky part," Jaime admitted, running a hand through his hair. "We need someone who's not only willing to face down the entire Military Police but also skilled enough to win against them. Someone who understands both military and civilian law."

"Does such a person even exist?" Annie asked, her voice carrying a hint of skepticism.

"They do," Jaime said, a strange expression crossing his face. "There's one lawyer in particular who specializes in... unusual cases. He's handled military trials before, and he's not afraid of anyone."

"He?" Mikasa's eyebrows rose slightly.

"Jimmy," Jaime said in a hushed voice, leaning closer over the table. "Jimmy. Though he prefers to be called Jimmy SGM, these days."

"I've heard of him," Armin said hesitantly, his blue eyes clouding with concern. "And none of it was particularly... good."

Jaime's lips curved into a knowing smile. "That's exactly why we need him. The clean lawyers?" He scoffed, keeping his voice low. "They're too scared to touch this case. One mention of a human turning into a Titan, and they run faster than a cadet seeing a naked Titan."

Annie rolled her eyes at the comparison but stayed close to Jaime, her ears sharp for any eavesdroppers.

"He's known for," Armin paused, choosing his words carefully, "bending the law rather than upholding it."

"Can he save Eren?" Mikasa cut in, her dark eyes intense. The afternoon light caught the red threads of her scarf as she leaned forward.

"If anyone can talk their way around a military tribunal, it's Jimmy," Jaime replied. "The man could convince a Titan to become a vegetarian if he wanted to."

"I don't care if he's as dirty as sewer water," Mikasa declared firmly. "If he can keep Eren safe, that's all that matters."

Annie smirked slightly. "For once, I agree with Ackerman. Sometimes you need a rat to navigate the sewers."

Armin still looked uncomfortable, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his jacket. "But can we trust him? His reputation... I heard he once convinced a judge that his client's pet horse was actually a licensed medical professional."

"Won the case too," Jaime chuckled, then grew serious. "Look, we're not exactly swimming in options here. The Military Police want Eren either dead or dissected on a table. Jimmy might be... morally flexible, but he's also the only lawyer crazy enough and clever enough to take this on."

"How do we even contact him?" Armin asked, his tactical mind already working despite his reservations.

Jaime glanced around the common room before answering, his voice barely above a whisper. "He has an office in the shadier part of Ehrmich District. Claims it's a legitimate law practice, but word is he runs all sorts of 'consulting' operations out of the back room."

"Consulting?" Annie raised an eyebrow, her tone dry.

"Let's just say he's very creative with his legal interpretations," Jaime replied with a meaningful look. "And he owes me a favor from my days with my mentor and the Military Police."

"What kind of favor?" Mikasa asked.

"The kind that involves several missing documents from a certain judge's office and a very conveniently timed alibi," Jaime said vaguely. "The less you know about that, the better."

Annie's lips twitched. "Sounds like your kind of operation."

"Hey, I was young and needed the money," Jaime defended with a grin. "Besides, Jimmy's the one who came up with the actual plan. I just... provided some athletic assistance through a second-story window."

"So your plan is to blackmail a corrupt lawyer into defending Eren?" Armin summarized, looking even more worried.

"Not blackmail," Jaime corrected, holding up a finger. "Strategic reminder of mutual benefits. Jimmy understands that kind of language better than most. Plus, this case could make him famous. Imagine: 'The Lawyer Who Defended Humanity's First Titan Shifter.' He lives for that kind of attention."

"He sounds perfect for this circus," Annie commented dryly.

Mikasa nodded decisively. "When can you contact him?"

"Today," Jaime said, his purple eyes gleaming with determination. "I know where he drinks after hours. One conversation with him, and I guarantee he'll be hooked. Jimmy never could resist a high-profile case, especially one that lets him thumb his nose at authority."

"And you're sure he can handle the Military Police?" Armin asked, still not entirely convinced.

"Armin," Jaime leaned back, a confident smile playing on his lips, "this is a man who once convinced a jury that his client's illegal gambling den was actually a religious institution dedicated to the worship of probability. Trust me, the Military Police won't know what hit them."

"Just remember," Annie said softly, her ice-blue eyes meeting Jaime's, "people like him are only loyal to themselves."

"True," Jaime acknowledged. "But right now, his self-interest and our goals align perfectly. Sometimes, that's better than loyalty."

As they prepared to leave, Mikasa's final words summed up their situation perfectly: "As long as he keeps Eren alive, he can be as crooked as the walls themselves."

Later

The marble floors gleamed beneath their boots as Jaime, Mikasa, and Armin entered the ostentatious building. Gold-framed paintings lined the walls, and a crystal chandelier hung overhead – all of it screaming new money and desperate attention-seeking.

A perfectly coiffed secretary behind a mahogany desk shot up from her chair. "Sir, you can't just—"

"Watch me," Jaime said with a grin, striding past her with Mikasa and Armin in tow.

"But Mr. SGM is in a private—"

Jaime pushed open the double doors without breaking stride. Inside, the office was even more extravagant than the lobby. Leather-bound books lined shelves that Jaime doubted had ever been opened, and a massive desk dominated the room. On a massage table in the corner lay Jimmy, face down, while a beautiful woman in a tight dress worked on his shoulders.

"I told you I'm not to be disturbed during my therapeutic—" Jimmy started, then lifted his head. His face transformed instantly from annoyance to delight. "Well, if it isn't the Purple-Eyed Devil himself! Sarah, darling, we'll have to continue this later."

The woman gathered her things and left, throwing a curious glance at the newcomers.

Jimmy bounced up, wrapping a silk robe around himself. His carefully styled hair didn't have a strand out of place, and his smile was bright enough to rival the chandelier.

"Jaime, Jaime, Jaime!" He spread his arms wide. "The prodigal son returns! And you've brought friends!"

"Jimmy," Jaime matched his enthusiasm. "Still living modestly, I see."

"You know me – a simple man with simple tastes." Jimmy laughed, adjusting his golden cufflinks. "And who are these charming young soldiers?"

"Armin Arlert, sir," Armin said politely, though his eyes held skepticism.

"Mikasa Ackerman," Mikasa stated flatly.

Jimmy's smile flickered for just a moment at her surname, but he recovered instantly. "Ackerman! Fascinating. Please, please, sit down! Can I offer you anything? Wine? Brandy? I have this fantastic imported tea from—"

"We're fine," Mikasa cut him off, remaining standing.

"Tough crowd," Jimmy whispered theatrically to Jaime. He settled behind his massive desk, leaning back in his leather chair. "So, what brings the Training Corps' star and his friends to my humble establishment?"

Armin glanced around at the gold-leafed ceiling and marble statues. "Humble" wasn't exactly the word he'd use.

"We need a lawyer," Jaime said, dropping into one of the plush chairs across from Jimmy's desk. "One with your... particular talents."

"My talents?" Jimmy pressed a hand to his chest in mock modesty. "Why, Jaime, you'll make me blush. But surely the military has its own legal representatives? Unless..." His eyes lit up with interest. "Unless this is something they can't – or won't – handle."

"Ever heard of a human turning into a Titan?" Jaime asked casually.

Jimmy's perfectly maintained eyebrows shot up. "The Titan Shifter? The one everyone's talking about?" He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "That's your case?"

"Our friend," Mikasa corrected sharply.

"Even better!" Jimmy clapped his hands together. "A personal connection! Human interest! Drama! The military establishment against a misunderstood hero – or is it monster? The papers will eat this up!"

Armin shifted uncomfortably. "We're not looking for publicity, Mr. SGM. We need someone who can keep our friend alive."

"Please, please – call me Jimmy," he insisted, standing to pour himself a drink from a crystal decanter. "And of course you're not looking for publicity. You're looking for results. But in my experience, a little public theater can be the difference between a guilty verdict and freedom."

He took a sip of his amber-colored drink. "Tell me, does your friend have any endearing qualities? A tragic backstory? A dying mother perhaps?"

Mikasa's hand twitched toward her knife, but Jaime spoke quickly. "His mother was eaten by a Titan while he watched, helpless to save her."

"Perfect!" Jimmy exclaimed, then caught himself. "I mean, terrible. Absolutely tragic. But perfect for our narrative! The boy who watched his mother die at the hands of monsters, now wielding that same monstrous power to protect humanity! You can't write better drama than that."

"Can you help him or not?" Mikasa demanded.

Jimmy settled back into his chair, studying them over his glass. "The real question, my intense young friend, is can you afford me? Quality legal representation doesn't come cheap, and this case... well, let's just say the complexity factor adds a few zeros to the bill."

"Money won't be an issue," Jaime said smoothly.

"No?" Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly does a future Survey Corps soldier plan to afford my services?"

"Remember that little situation three years ago? With Judge Morrison's private papers?"

Jimmy's perpetual smile faltered slightly. "Ah. That."

"I never did cash in that favor you owed me."

"Playing that card, are we?" Jimmy drummed his fingers on his desk. "You know, most people would consider that debt paid when I didn't mention your name to the Military Police."

"And most people would consider breaking and entering into a judge's chamber a serious crime," Jaime countered with a smile.

Jimmy threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, I've missed you, kid! Always knew exactly where to stick the knife." He stood up, straightening his robe. "Alright, you've got yourself a lawyer. But I warn you – this won't be pretty. The Military Police will fight dirty."

"Good thing we've got the dirtiest lawyer in the walls," Jaime grinned.

"Please," Jimmy pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. "I prefer 'morally flexible legal representative.' Now, tell me everything about your friend. And I mean everything. If he so much as sneezed in public, I need to know about it."

"So there we were in Trost," Jaime began, settling into his chair. "Titans everywhere, soldiers dying left and right. And Armin here gets cornered by one."

Jimmy leaned forward, elbows on his desk. "Let me guess – our hero swoops in?"

"Gets eaten doing it," Jaime confirmed. "Pushed Armin out of the way and got swallowed whole."

"Beautiful!" Jimmy exclaimed, earning a death glare from Mikasa. He raised his hands defensively. "From a legal standpoint, I mean. Self-sacrifice, saving a friend – juries eat that stuff up. No pun intended."

"Eren almost died," Mikasa said through clenched teeth. "This isn't entertainment."

"Everything's entertainment in a courtroom, sweetheart," Jimmy replied, unfazed. "The sooner you accept that, the better chance we have of keeping your brother alive."

Jaime continued quickly, "After that, Eren burst out of the Titan in his own Titan form. Started ripping apart every other Titan he could find. Saved countless lives."

"Even better!" Jimmy scribbled notes with a golden pen. "Righteous vengeance channeled into protecting humanity. The public loves a redemption story."

"Then the Garrison showed up," Armin added quietly. "Captain Woermann wanted to execute us all with cannons."

Jimmy's eyebrows shot up. "They tried to execute him without a trial? Oh, this is Walls Day come early! The military's own leadership attempting summary execution of a valuable asset – wait, how did you survive?"

"Armin talked them down," Jaime explained. "Convinced Commander Pixis to listen."

"A young soldier's impassioned plea for reason in the face of fear and prejudice," Jimmy mused, his smile growing wider. "We're going to fuck the Military Police so hard they'll be walking funny for weeks."

"Jimmy," Jaime warned, glancing at Mikasa and Armin.

"Sorry, sorry – getting carried away. But you have to admit, this is golden material. And I already know about the boulder incident. Sealing the breach, saving Trost – our little Titan friend's been busy."

Mikasa's hand tightened on her scarf. "His name is Eren."

"Of course, of course," Jimmy waved dismissively. "Now, important question – how's his temperament? Can he keep his cool under pressure?"

Jaime winced visibly. "Ah... well..."

"That bad, huh?"

"Let's just say Eren has... strong feelings about injustice," Armin offered diplomatically.

"He tends to express those feelings rather explosively," Jaime added.

Jimmy pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please tell me he doesn't literally explode."

"Only into a fifteen-meter Titan," Jaime said with a slight smile.

"Wonderful," Jimmy sighed. "Listen carefully, because this is crucial – your friend needs to keep his mouth shut during the trial. No outbursts, no righteous speeches about killing all the Titans, and absolutely no transformation tantrums."

"Eren's not good at keeping quiet when he's angry," Mikasa admitted.

"Then he better learn fast," Jimmy said, suddenly serious. "One wrong word in that courtroom, one hint that he's unstable or dangerous, and all my legal maneuvering won't mean shit. The Military Police will have him dissected faster than you can say 'human experiment.'"

"He'll behave," Mikasa stated, though she didn't sound entirely convinced.

"Can't you coach him?" Armin asked. "Prepare him for the questions?"

Jimmy laughed. "Oh, I plan to drill him until he can recite his responses in his sleep. But from what you're telling me, our biggest challenge will be keeping his passion in check. The Military Police will try to provoke him, make him lose control."

"They already see him as a monster," Jaime said quietly.

"Then we'll show them he's anything but," Jimmy declared, standing up dramatically. "A hero who sacrificed himself to save his friend. A soldier who turned a curse into a blessing. A young man who sealed the wall when all hope seemed lost. By the time I'm done, they'll be naming streets after him."

"Just keep him alive," Mikasa insisted.

"Oh, I'll do better than that," Jimmy promised, his eyes gleaming. "I'll make him a symbol. The Military Police wants to paint him as humanity's greatest threat? Fine. We'll make him humanity's greatest hope instead. But first..." He turned to Jaime. "I need to meet our volatile young friend. And we need to have a very long talk about the importance of keeping his inner Titan on a very tight leash."

"When?" Jaime asked.

"Tonight," Jimmy said, already shrugging off his robe. "The sooner we start preparing, the better. And somebody get me everything you have on the Military Police's key players. Every scandal, every mistake, every dirty little secret they think is buried."

"You're going to blackmail them?" Armin asked, appalled.

"Blackmail is such an ugly word," Jimmy grinned, adjusting his tie. "I prefer to think of it as aggressive negotiation. Now, shall we go meet humanity's most combustible hope?"

Jimmy SGM. Gould might be many things – most of them questionable – but he was exactly the kind of fighter they needed in their corner.

"One more thing," Jimmy said, holding up a manicured finger. "When we go to trial, your friend needs to look presentable. No Titan steam, no accidental transformations, and absolutely no eating anyone. The jury tends to frown on that sort of thing."

Mikasa's glare could have melted steel, but Jimmy just winked at her.

"Trust me, dear. By the time I'm done, they'll be begging to let him join the Survey Corps. Now, who's ready to make legal history?"

Later

Jimmy strode through the corridors like he owned them, his expensive shoes clicking against the stone floor. The sunset streaming through the windows made his gaudy rings sparkle with each gesture.

"Ah, the famous Levi Squad," Jimmy announced as they approached the guards. "Humanity's finest babysitters."

Petra's amber eyes narrowed. "This area is restricted."

"And I'm restricted to breathing, eating, and charging obscene hourly rates," Jimmy replied smoothly, pulling out a document from his inner pocket. "Jimmy SGM, attorney at law. I'm here to see my client."

"We have orders," the other soldier stated firmly. "No one meets with Yeager without direct authorization."

"Oh, how adorable," Jimmy's smile turned predatory. "Tell me, when you're not playing doorman, do you also practice basic literacy? Because Section 47 of the Military Justice Code clearly states that any detained soldier has the right to immediate legal counsel. Or did they skip that chapter during 'How Not to Get Eaten 101'?"

Petra's hand tightened on her blade. "Commander Erwin—"

"Commander Erwin," Jimmy interrupted, "doesn't supersede military law. Unless you'd like to explain to a tribunal why you denied a potentially crucial military asset his basic legal rights? I'm sure that would look wonderful in your service record. 'Exemplary at killing Titans, terrible at constitutional compliance.'"

"Petra," Jaime stepped forward, his voice gentle. "He's right. And he's here to help."

Petra held Jimmy's gaze for a moment longer before sighing. "Fine. But we're watching."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Jimmy winked, pushing past them into the room.

Eren was sitting on his bed, a half-eaten meal on the table beside him. He jumped to his feet when the door opened, his green eyes widening at the sight of the flamboyantly dressed man.

"Who—"

"Eren Yeager!" Jimmy exclaimed like he was greeting a long-lost nephew. "The man of the hour! The Titan of the moment! The shape-shifting sensation that's sweeping our little tiny walls!"

"I... what?"

"Jimmy SGM, your new legal representation," Jimmy announced, dropping into the room's only chair and crossing his legs. "I have to say, you've caused quite the stir. Turning into a Titan, saving Trost, making the Military Police soil their pristine uniforms – I haven't had this much fun since I convinced a judge that a brothel was actually a therapeutic massage clinic."

Outside, Armin tugged at Jaime's sleeve. "Are you absolutely sure about this? He seems... unstable."

"That's the fifth time you've asked," Jaime replied, watching through the doorway as Jimmy gestured animatedly. "And yes, I'm sure. Jimmy's exactly what we need."

Inside the room, Eren was looking increasingly confused. "Legal representation? But I thought the military—"

"The military," Jimmy interrupted, "wants to either execute you or turn you into their personal science experiment. Neither option is particularly conducive to a long and happy life, wouldn't you agree?"

"I want to join the Survey Corps," Eren stated firmly. "I want to kill all the Titans."

Jimmy's smile flickered. "Yes, about that whole 'kill all the Titans' thing – we're going to need to workshop that particular speech. Maybe something more along the lines of 'I wish to serve humanity in whatever capacity best benefits our species' survival.'"

"But I do want to kill—"

"Listen, kid," Jimmy leaned forward, all theatrical pretense dropping for a moment. "Right now, you're standing on a knife's edge. On one side, you've got the Survey Corps, who might actually put your abilities to good use. On the other, you've got the Military Police, who would love nothing more than to cut you open and see what makes you tick. Your survival depends entirely on convincing a room full of terrified people that you're more valuable alive than dead."

Eren's fists clenched. "I'm not some weapon they can—"

"But you are," Jimmy cut him off. "The sooner you accept that, the better chance we have of keeping you breathing. You think this is about justice? Truth? It's about power, kid. And right now, you've got power they either want to control or destroy."

Outside, Mikasa shifted uncomfortably. "He's agitating Eren."

"He's being honest with him," Jaime corrected. "Something Eren needs right now."

Back in the room, Jimmy had pulled out a notebook. "Now, let's talk about your testimony. When they ask about your first transformation—"

"I don't remember it," Eren said.

"Perfect! Memory loss works in our favor. Suggests you weren't in control of the initial change, which means you can't be held responsible for it. Now, about saving your friend..."

"Armin? I just... I couldn't let him die."

Jimmy's eyes lit up. "Beautiful. Simple, emotional, relatable. Stick to that. No elaborate explanations, no passionate speeches about revenge. Just a soldier saving his friend."

"But—"

"And when they ask about your control over your Titan form?"

"I'm learning to—"

"Wrong answer," Jimmy interrupted. "The correct response is: 'I am fully aware of my actions in Titan form and committed to using this ability solely in service of humanity.' Got it?"

Eren's frustration was visible. "You want me to lie?"

"I want you to live," Jimmy replied sharply. "Because trust me, kid – if you go in there talking about learning to control it, they'll shoot you before you finish the sentence. The Military Police needs to believe you're either completely in control or completely harmless. Pick one."

Outside, Armin whispered to Jaime, "He's actually good at this, isn't he?"

"The best," Jaime confirmed. "Watch."

Jimmy was now pacing the room. "Here's what's going to happen. They're going to try to provoke you. They'll insult you, threaten you, probably bring up your father—"

Eren stiffened. "What about my father?"

"Case in point," Jimmy pointed at Eren's reaction. "That right there? That tension? That anger? That needs to disappear. You need to be calm, collected, and absolutely non-threatening. Can you do that?"

"I... I can try."

"Try isn't good enough. Your life depends on this performance, kid. And make no mistake – it is a performance." Jimmy stopped pacing and fixed Eren with a serious stare. "You're not just fighting for your life in that courtroom. You're fighting for your freedom, your future, and the chance to actually make a difference in this war. But one wrong word, one loss of temper..."

"I understand," Eren said quietly.

"Now, about those three men you killed when you were nine..." Jimmy said casually, watching Eren's reaction closely.

Eren's eyes flashed with immediate anger. "They murdered Mikasa's parents! They were human traffickers who—"

"—were three innocent civilians brutally murdered by a nine-year-old psychopath," Jimmy cut in, his voice sharp. "At least, that's how the Military Police will paint it."

"But that's not what happened!" Eren shot to his feet, fists clenched.

Outside, Mikasa tensed at the memory, but Jaime placed a steadying hand on her shoulder.

"Sit. Down." Jimmy's command was quiet but absolute. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You think the truth matters? They'll say you showed violent tendencies even before you could turn into a Titan. They'll paint you as a murderous child who grew into a murderous monster."

"They were going to sell her," Eren's voice shook with rage. "They killed her family!"

"That won't matter." Jimmy spread his hands. "As far as the Military Police are concerned, those three men were innocent little puppies that you and your adopted sister strangled to death in cold blood."

Eren slumped back into his seat, the anger draining into something more desperate. "How can they twist everything like that?"

"Because that's what people do when they're scared," Jimmy replied, his theatrical manner gone. "And right now, you scare the hell out of them."

"And what about..." Eren's voice grew quieter, "when I hurt Mikasa during my second transformation?"

Jimmy's eyes lit up. "Now that's interesting. Tell me exactly what happened."

"I don't... remember it clearly. But they told me I tried to hit her. That I lost control."

"Perfect!" Jimmy clapped his hands together.

"Perfect?" Eren looked bewildered. "How is that perfect?"

"Because, my volatile young friend, we're going to use it to our advantage." Jimmy began pacing again, his rings catching the lamplight. "Think about it – what's the Military Police's biggest argument against you? That you're a danger to humanity, right? That you can't control your power?"

"But I hurt Mikasa! Doesn't that prove their point?"

"No, no, no," Jimmy wagged his finger. "It proves mine. Because despite being in an uncontrolled state, despite supposedly being this unstoppable monster they claim you are, what happened? Did you kill Mikasa? Did you even seriously injure her?"

"No, but—"

"Exactly!" Jimmy's smile was triumphant. "Even in your most uncontrolled state, even when acting on pure instinct, you couldn't bring yourself to truly harm someone you care about. Don't you see? It's not proof of your danger – it's proof of your humanity!"

From the doorway, Armin's eyes widened. "That's brilliant," he whispered.

"When the Military Police brings up this incident – and they will – we don't deny it," Jimmy continued. "We embrace it. We use it to show that even at your most volatile, your human consciousness remained strong enough to prevent real harm. It's not a weakness, kid. It's our strongest argument."

Eren looked uncertain. "You really think that will work?"

"Trust me," Jimmy's grin turned predatory. "By the time I'm done, the Military Police will wish they'd never brought it up. We'll turn their every attack into our defense. They want to paint you as a monster? Fine. We'll show them a monster who refuses to harm humanity even when he's not in control. They want to use your past violence? Perfect. We'll show them a child who fought to save an innocent girl from traffickers, who grew into a young man willing to die to save his friend."

"And if they don't believe it?" Eren asked quietly.

"They don't have to believe it," Jimmy replied, straightening his cravat. "They just have to be unable to prove otherwise. And more importantly, we need the public to believe it. Because at the end of the day, this trial isn't really about you, Eren. It's about what you represent. Hope or fear. Humanity's shield or humanity's doom. And I intend to make damn sure they see you as the former."

Outside, Petra muttered, "He could convince a Titan to become a vegetarian."

"That's why we need him," Jaime replied softly. "Because right now, words are more dangerous than blades."

Jimmy turned back to Eren, all traces of humor gone. "So, shall we continue? We've got a lot of work to do, and very little time to do it. And remember – in that courtroom, you're not Eren Yeager, the angry kid who wants to kill all Titans. You're humanity's last, best hope for survival. Think you can play that role?"

Eren straightened his spine, a new understanding in his eyes. "Yes, sir."

"Good," Jimmy's showman's smile returned. "Now, let's talk about your posture during the trial. Nothing says 'I'm not a threat' quite like proper aristocratic bearing..."

Tomorrow

The carriage rattled along the cobblestone streets of Ehrmich District, its polished wooden exterior reflecting the morning sun. The district's architecture was a stark contrast to the modest buildings of Trost – elaborate stonework adorned nearly every facade, with ornate iron lampposts lining the streets at regular intervals. Even the air felt different here, cleaner somehow, untainted by the fear that perpetually hung over the outer walls.

"Well, this is fancy," Jaime remarked, glancing out the window at a particularly elaborate three-story mansion with marble columns. "The Military Police certainly know how to live."

Mikasa sat across from him, her fingers absently playing with the fringe of her red scarf. Her eyes kept darting to the imposing building at the end of the street – the Military Police headquarters, a fortress-like structure of gray stone and stern architecture that seemed to glower at anyone who approached it.

"Eren will be fine," Armin said, though his voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

"Of course he will," Jaime grinned. "And if he's not, we can always go with Plan B."

Armin's brow furrowed. "Plan B?"

"Prison break, obviously." Jaime stretched his arms above his head, careful not to bump them against the carriage's low ceiling. "These MP types are so lazy, they'll probably be asleep at their posts anyway."

Annie, seated beside him, rolled her eyes. "You can't just break someone out of a Military Police prison, Jaime."

"Watch me," he winked at her. "I once broke into a noble's wine cellar just because someone bet me I couldn't. This would be much more worthwhile."

"That's not something to brag about," Annie muttered, though there was a slight upward tilt to her lips that only Jaime would notice.

The carriage passed under an ornate stone archway, its surface carved with the unicorn emblem of the Military Police. More buildings lined the street, each more ostentatious than the last – a testament to the wealth concentrated within Wall Sina.

"Besides," Jaime continued, his tone becoming more serious as he noticed Mikasa's still-anxious expression, "Jimmy's got this handled. And we've got both Commander Erwin and Commander Pixis backing us up." He leaned forward, catching Mikasa's eye. "Eren's not alone in this fight."

Mikasa's features softened slightly, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks before she quickly buried her face in her scarf. "Thank you, Jaime."

Annie's blue eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at the exchange, but she remained silent. She knew Jaime well enough by now – had spent enough quiet moments with him on the training grounds, enough kisses when they were alone – to know where his heart lay. Still, she made a mental note to remind him later when they were alone.

The carriage turned onto the main boulevard, where the buildings seemed to compete for attention. A bakery boasted stained glass windows depicting loaves of bread and pastries. A tailor's shop had golden thread woven into its storefront awning. Even the public fountain in the square featured elaborate sculptures of the three goddesses.

"You know," Jaime mused, "for people who've never seen a Titan, they sure seem comfortable spending money on fancy architecture instead of defense."

"That's why they joined the Military Police," Annie replied dryly. "So they wouldn't have to think about Titans."

"Their loss," Jaime shrugged. "Though I have to admit, the food here probably beats military rations."

"Is food all you think about?" Annie asked.

"No, sometimes I think about how annoying Ymir is," he grinned. "Or how much shorter Captain Levi is than me."

"You're the same height," Armin pointed out.

"Lies and slander. I'm at least a millimeter taller."

This actually drew a small laugh from Mikasa, which had been Jaime's goal. The tension in the carriage eased slightly as they approached their destination.

The carriage hit a small bump, causing Annie to shift slightly closer to Jaime. Instead of moving away, she stayed there, their shoulders touching.

"You seem tense," Annie murmured, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Me? Never," Jaime replied with a playful smile. "Though I might need a massage later. All this stress, you know."

Annie's lips curved into that subtle smile she reserved just for him. "Is that so? Well, my hands are pretty strong from all that combat training."

"Oh, I remember," Jaime chuckled, rubbing his shoulder dramatically. "I still have bruises from our last sparring session."

"You loved every second of it," Annie replied, her usual cold demeanor softening just a fraction.

Mikasa's grip on her scarf tightened, her dark eyes narrowing at Annie. The temperature in the carriage seemed to drop a few degrees.

"Maybe next time I'll let you win," Annie continued, her finger touching Jaime's hand.

"Let me?" Jaime raised an eyebrow. "I distinctly remember winning our last match."

"You tripped and fell on top of me. That's not winning."

"Still ended up on top, didn't I?"

Armin let out a nervous laugh, his eyes darting between Mikasa's increasingly intense glare and the flirting couple. "So, uh, about the trial..." he attempted to change the subject.

"Speaking of being on top," Annie continued, ignoring Armin completely, "your ODM Gear maneuvers have improved. Been practicing without me?"

"Well, I had to do something while you were busy being mysterious," Jaime teased. "Though nobody flips me quite like you do."

The wood of the carriage seat creaked under Mikasa's tightening grip.

"If you two are done," Mikasa's voice cut through the air like a blade, "we're almost there."

"Just trying to lighten the mood," Jaime said innocently, though he caught Annie's satisfied smirk from the corner of his eye.

Armin wiped nervous sweat from his brow, silently praying they'd reach the headquarters before the tension in the carriage could get any thicker.

The Military Police headquarters loomed before them now, its shadow falling across the carriage. The building was all right angles and sharp edges, with narrow windows that looked more suited for archers than office workers. A high wall surrounded the complex, topped with decorative but functional iron spikes.

"Charming place," Jaime commented as the carriage came to a stop. "Very welcoming. I especially like the 'we definitely don't torture people here' aesthetic."

"Jaime," Annie warned.

"What? I'm just admiring the architecture. Those gargoyles are particularly friendly-looking."

"Remember," Jaime said quietly as they approached the entrance, "no matter what happens in there, we stick together. And if anyone gives Eren trouble..." He cracked his knuckles with a grin.

"We're here to support Eren legally," Armin reminded him.

"Of course, of course. Totally legal support. No prison breaks whatsoever." He caught Annie's exasperated look. "What? I'm being good!"

"Try to stay that way," she murmured, but as they passed through the entrance, her hand briefly found his, squeezing it once before letting go.

The interior of the headquarters was as ostentatious as the exterior was severe. Marble floors reflected the light from crystal chandeliers, and expensive paintings hung on walls covered in deep green wallpaper. Their boots echoed in the vast entrance hall, drawing disapproving looks from the uniformed officers going about their business.

"You know," Jaime whispered as they followed a guard toward the courtroom, "I'm starting to think we should have dressed up for this. I feel underdressed for all this fancy marble."

"Focus," Annie murmured, but her lips twitched slightly.

Mikasa's hand had returned to her scarf, but her eyes were clearer now, more determined. Whatever happened today, they would face it together. And if things went wrong... well, Jaime's Plan B didn't sound so bad after all.

The four of them entered inside. The First Hall of the Military Police headquarters was an architectural marvel that spoke of wealth and power. Towering marble columns rose to meet elaborate coffered ceilings, each recess decorated with hand-painted scenes depicting the construction of the walls. Sunlight streamed through tall arched windows.

"Quite the waste of resources," Commander Pixis remarked quietly, his flask conspicuously absent as he walked towards Jaime. "I wonder how many cannons could have been forged with all this gold leaf."

"My thoughts exactly, sir," Jaime replied, eyeing a particularly ostentatious chandelier. "Though I suppose it serves its purpose – making everyone else feel small."

Pixis chuckled, the sound echoing slightly in the vast space. "And how is our friend holding up?"

"Jimmy's with him now, probably telling him to look appropriately docile and non-threatening."

"Ah yes, your... interesting choice of legal counsel." Pixis's eyes twinkled with amusement. "I must admit, I was skeptical at first, but after hearing some of his arguments..." He trailed off as they passed a group of Military Police officers, who quickly found somewhere else to be.

"Commander Pixis," Mikasa stepped forward, her voice quiet but clear. "I wanted to thank you. For trusting Eren when others wouldn't."

Armin nodded earnestly beside her. "If you hadn't given him a chance that day, hadn't listened to reason..."

"No need for thanks," Pixis waved off their gratitude with a gentle smile. "I simply did what any rational person would do when faced with humanity's best hope for survival." He paused, studying a marble bust of a former commander. "Though I suspect rationality might be in short supply today."

"That's why we brought Jimmy," Jaime grinned. "He's very good at making irrational people see reason. Especially when their pockets are involved."

"Jaime," Armin hissed, glancing nervously at nearby officers.

"What? I'm just stating facts. Jimmy's very persuasive, that's all."

Pixis's weathered face crinkled with amusement. "Indeed. Though I hope we won't need too much... persuasion. Erwin has already laid considerable groundwork with certain influential parties."

As they entered the grand courtroom, Jaime immediately took in the imposing architectural details. Sunlight streamed through tall windows on the left wall, casting dramatic shadows across the ornate chamber. The high ceiling featured elaborate moldings and the emblems of all three military branches – the Wings of Freedom, the Unicorn, and the Roses – painted with detail.

The room was arranged like an amphitheater, with tiered seating rising on both sides. Dark wooden benches, polished to a soft sheen by years of use, filled these galleries. On the right side sat the Survey Corps members – Commander Erwin's figure was easily recognizable, along with Captain Levi's characteristically stern expression and Hange's barely-contained energy. Squad Leader Mike stood near them, occasionally sniffing the air as was his habit.

The left side held the Military Police representatives, their pristine uniforms and self-important postures a stark contrast to the weather-worn Survey Corps members. Commander Nile Dok sat front and center among them, his face set in its usual disapproving frown.

At the far end of the room loomed an elevated podium, ornately carved with traditional motifs. This would be where Supreme Commander Zackly would preside over the proceedings. The wall behind it was decorated with a pattern of delicate wallpaper in muted greens and golds.

"Quite the setup," Jaime whispered, noting the iron rails that divided the spectator area from the central floor where Eren would stand. "They certainly spare no expense when it comes to intimidating people."

Annie's eyes scanned the room with clinical precision. "The Military Police brought more officers than necessary. They're trying to make a show of force."

Mikasa's hand tightened on her scarf as she looked at the spot where Eren would soon stand. Armin placed a reassuring hand on her arm.

The heavy doors creaked open, drawing all eyes to Eren's entrance. Walking beside him was Jimmy, dressed in a flashy suit that somehow looked both expensive and slightly gaudy. Most surprising was the absence of chains or handcuffs on Eren's wrists, something that caused immediate murmuring among the Military Police ranks.

"Objectionable," Commander Nile muttered loudly enough to be heard. "The monster should be restrained."

"Ah, Commander Nile," Jimmy's voice carried effortlessly across the chamber, his smile sharp as a knife. "Still bitter about that time I proved your men were running that protection racket in the merchant district? Or is it about your wife asking for my business card last week?"

Gasps and poorly concealed snickers echoed through the chamber. Nile's face turned an interesting shade of purple.

"You dare—" Nile began, rising from his seat.

"I dare to represent my client with the dignity afforded to any citizen within these walls," Jimmy cut in smoothly, adjusting his cravat. "Unless, of course, the Military Police is suggesting we abandon due process? I'm sure the merchants' guild would be fascinated to hear about that stance."

From their seats, Jaime couldn't help but grin. He leaned slightly toward Annie, whispering, "Told you he was good."

"He's going to get himself arrested," Annie murmured back.

Mikasa and Armin watched with horror and amazement as Jimmy guided Eren to his position, speaking quietly to him with reassuring gestures.

Just then, the doors at the far end opened, and Supreme Commander Zackly entered the chamber. The room immediately fell silent, though Jimmy's satisfied smirk remained firmly in place as he took his position beside Eren.

"What's this?" Zackly asked, noting Eren's unbound state as he settled into his chair.

"Your Honor," Jimmy stepped forward before anyone else could speak, "as my client has voluntarily appeared for these proceedings and has demonstrated his commitment to humanity's cause by sealing the breach in Trost – at great personal risk, I might add – we believed chains would be not only unnecessary but counterproductive to these proceedings. Unless, of course, we're here to perform theater rather than pursue justice?"

Zackly studied Jimmy for a long moment over his glasses, then nodded slowly. "Proceed, Counselor. Though I warn you, any disruption..."

"Will be met with appropriate consequences, naturally," Jimmy agreed smoothly. "We're all professionals here." He shot a pointed look at Nile, who was still seething. "Well, most of us."

In the gallery, Jaime could have sworn he saw Captain Levi's lips twitch slightly upward, while Commander Erwin maintained his perfect poker face. Commander Pixis, on the other hand, wasn't bothering to hide his amusement as he watched the proceedings with twinkling eyes.

The tension in the room was palpable as Zackly prepared to begin the trial, but Eren seemed calmer than expected, standing straight and composed beside his unorthodox defender. Whatever Jimmy had said to him earlier appeared to have worked – he looked more like a soldier awaiting orders than a prisoner awaiting judgment.

"Let these proceedings begin," Zackly announced, his voice echoing through the chamber. Jimmy straightened his gaudy tie, shot one last winning smile at the scowling Military Police section, and prepared to defend humanity's best hope for survival with all the theatrical flair he could muster.

The chamber fell silent as Zackly adjusted his glasses, peering down at the documents before him.

"State your name for the record."

"Eren Yeager, sir."

"Age?"

"Fifteen, sir."

"And your parents?"

"Grisha and Carla Yeager."

Zackly nodded, scanning another document. "You graduated from the 104th Training Corps, correct? Ranked sixth in your class." He gestured to the gallery. "I see some of your fellow graduates are present today – Jaime, ranked first; Mikasa Ackerman, ranked second; Annie Leonhart, ranked fourth; and Armin Arlert."

Eren glanced at his friends, particularly surprised to see Annie among them. Her ice-blue eyes met his briefly before looking away.

"Commander Nile," Zackly continued. "What is the Military Police's position regarding Eren Yeager?"

Nile stepped forward, chest puffed out. "The Military Police proposes that, following thorough experimentation, Eren Yeager be terminated immediately. His existence poses an unprecedented threat to humanity within these walls. We've already seen the destruction one titan can cause – we cannot risk having one inside Wall Sina."

Jimmy's fingers twitched toward his cravat, but he remained silent, though his expression suggested he was cataloging every word for later evisceration.

"Commander Erwin," Zackly turned to the other side. "The Survey Corps' position?"

Erwin stood, his voice clear and confident. "The Survey Corps will utilize Eren's titan ability to reclaim Wall Maria. His power is humanity's first real advantage against the titans."

"Blasphemy!" The priest of the walls suddenly burst out, his face red beneath his ornate headpiece. "These walls are sacred gifts from God! This demon would dare violate their holy sanctity! He must be purged for his sacrilege!"

A collective groan rippled through the chamber. Even Zackly seemed to suppress an eye-roll.

Jimmy finally rose, adjusting his garishly patterned cravat. "Fascinating theological position, Your Holiness. Tell me, if these walls are so divinely constructed, how did one oversized foot-soldier manage to kick in the gate like it was a tavern door on discount day?" He gestured dramatically. "I mean, if we're talking divine architecture here, shouldn't it have at least required a divine battering ram? Or perhaps a holy sledgehammer?"

Scattered snickers echoed through the chamber. The priest sputtered incoherently.

"Furthermore," Jimmy continued, warming to his theme, "if these walls are so sacred, why didn't your god install some kind of celestial anti-titan defense system? You know, holy lightning bolts, divine force fields – that sort of thing? Seems like a rather significant oversight in the divine construction plan."

"How dare you mock—" the priest began.

"Oh, I dare quite a lot," Jimmy cut in smoothly. "But at least I'm not the one suggesting we execute humanity's best chance at survival because it offends my architectural sensibilities. I mean, what's next? Should we ban the use of ODM gear because it lets humans fly, and that's God's domain?"

"Order," Zackly called, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Mr. SGM, while your... theological debate is entertaining, let's focus on the matter at hand."

Mikasa and Armin watched not sure how to feel. "Is he... helping?" Armin wondered aloud.

"He's making them look ridiculous," Mikasa observed. "And keeping Eren calm by drawing attention away from him."

Indeed, Eren stood quietly at his post, following Jimmy's earlier instructions to the letter: "Let them make fools of themselves. Your job is to stand there looking like humanity's best hope, not its worst nightmare."

"Your Honor," Jimmy turned back to Zackly, "before Commander Nile continues his proposal to dissect and execute a soldier who just saved hundreds of lives, perhaps we could discuss the rather impressive feat of sealing the breach in Trost? You know, the one that stopped an entire titan invasion? Or would that interfere with the Military Police's apparent strategy of solving problems by making them disappear?"

Nile's face darkened. "You insolent—"

"Careful, Commander," Jimmy warned cheerfully. "The merchants' guild representatives are watching. I'm sure they'd love to hear more about your department's problem-solving methods."

"The Military Police's concerns about security are valid," Zackly interjected.

"Of course they are," Jimmy agreed smoothly. "Just as valid as their concerns about those missing ODM gear sets that mysteriously ended up in the underground market last month. Oh wait, we weren't supposed to mention that, were we?"

Nile looked ready to explode. Several Military Police officers shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"Your Honor," Jimmy continued, his voice suddenly serious, "we have before us a soldier who graduated fifth in his class, who threw himself into titan-infested chaos to save his fellow cadets, who used his abilities – abilities he didn't even know he had – to seal a breach that could have led to the fall of another wall. And the Military Police's response is to suggest we cut him open and then kill him?" He shook his head sadly. "I'd say that's shocking, but given their track record with problem-solving..."

"That's enough," Zackly ordered, though without much force. "Commander Nile, do you have any evidence that Eren Yeager poses an immediate threat to humanity?"

"He's a titan!" Nile protested.

"So is the Colossal Titan," Jimmy pointed out. "Yet I don't see the Military Police rushing to protect Wall Sina from him. Perhaps because he's not convenient enough to capture and dissect?"

"There's another matter of grave concern," Nile announced, producing a report. "During the Trost operation, Eren Yeager, in his titan form, attacked Mikasa Ackerman – one of our most skilled soldiers."

Murmurs rippled through the courtroom. Zackly's eyes narrowed. "Mikasa Ackerman, step forward."

Mikasa moved to the front, her face composed. "Yes, sir."

"Is it true that Eren Yeager attacked you when he became a Titan when the mission to seal the wall started?" Zackley asked with piercing eyes, and Mikasa wondered if she should lie to him.

Rico Brzenska stepped beside her, eyes sharp. "Remember, any lies will only harm your case. Tell the truth."

Mikasa's jaw tightened. "Yes... Eren's titan form did strike me."

Gasps and fearful whispers filled the chamber. Several Military Police officers reached for their weapons instinctively.

"But he wasn't—" Mikasa started.

"You see?" Nile interrupted triumphantly. "He attacked one of our best soldiers! If he can't control himself around people that he has known for years, what's to stop him from turning on all of us?"

"Oh, this is just perfect," Jimmy declared, clapping his hands together with unexpected delight.

Zackly raised an eyebrow. "You find an attack on a fellow soldier perfect, Counselor?"

"Your Honor, may I elaborate?"

"Please do. I'm curious to see how you'll spin this one."

Jimmy stepped forward, his gaudy suit catching the light. "Tell me, Commander Nile, when you first strapped on ODM gear, did you float gracefully through the air like a majestic eagle?"

Nile frowned. "What does that have to do with—"

"Did you, or did you not, face-plant into the ground like everyone else?"

"That's hardly relevant—"

"Captain Levi!" Jimmy called out. "Humanity's Strongest Soldier, did you master ODM gear on your first try?"

Levi's expression remained neutral. "No."

"Your Honor," Jimmy turned back to Zackly, "every soldier in this room failed repeatedly while learning to use ODM gear. Some probably knocked out teeth, broke bones, maybe even injured their fellow cadets during training. Yet we don't execute soldiers for failing to master complex military equipment on their first try."

"This is different!" Nile protested. "He's a titan—"

"Exactly!" Jimmy exclaimed. "He's dealing with something unprecedented in human history. Something no one knew was possible until a few days ago. Yet Commander Nile expects perfect control immediately?" He shook his head sadly. "That's like expecting a fresh recruit to outmaneuver Captain Levi on their first day of training."

Zackly leaned forward, interested. "Continue."

"But here's the crucial point, Your Honor. Even when my client temporarily lost control – during his very first transformation, mind you – what happened? Did he go on a rampage? Did he break down the walls? Did he devour his fellow soldiers?"

Jimmy paused for effect, scanning the room. "No. He struck once at Mikasa Ackerman – who, I might add, is standing here completely unharmed – and then regained control. Even in his most unstable moment, his humanity remained strong enough to prevent any fatalities."

"Furthermore," Jimmy continued, walking closer to the gallery, "the entire Garrison Corps witnessed Eren's second transformation. Under immense pressure, he maintained perfect control while carrying out a mission that saved countless lives. He sealed the breach in Trost – something our entire military couldn't accomplish without him."

Annie's eyes narrowed slightly at this point, while Jaime nodded approvingly at Jimmy's argument.

"So what we have here," Jimmy spread his arms wide, "is a soldier who, in the space of a few days, went from accidental transformation to complete mission success. That's not a threat to humanity – that's probably the fastest learning curve in military history!"

"The risk—" Nile started.

"The risk?" Jimmy cut him off. "The real risk is wasting humanity's best chance at survival because we're too afraid to let someone learn to master their abilities. Tell me, Commander, how many walls have we sealed without Eren's help? How many titans have we successfully driven back without his power?"

The chamber fell silent as this sank in.

"Your Honor," Jimmy concluded, "my client isn't just controlling his power – he's mastering it at an unprecedented rate. And he's using that power to save lives, not take them. If that's not proof of his humanity and his value to mankind, I don't know what is."

In the gallery, Armin whispered to Jaime, "He's actually making sense."

"That's why he's the best," Jaime whispered back. "He makes the obvious sound revolutionary."

Mikasa's tense shoulders relaxed slightly as she watched Jimmy systematically dismantle the Military Police's argument. Even Annie seemed quietly impressed by the lawyer's performance.

Zackly adjusted his glasses, studying Jimmy thoughtfully. "You make a compelling argument, Counselor. Commander Nile, your response?"

Nile looked like he'd bitten into something sour, clearly struggling to find a counter-argument that wouldn't make him sound foolish.

"There's something else the court should know," Nile announced, his voice carrying a hint of triumph. "At age nine, Eren Yeager killed three men in cold blood."

Gasps and horrified whispers filled the chamber. The Survey Corps members remained stoic, while several Military Police officers nodded grimly.

Eren's hands clenched into fists, his eyes blazing with rage. Mikasa's expression darkened. She still remembered that day as if it had happened yesterday, and these bastards were bringing it up as if it were no big deal. Jaime quickly placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Mikasa, the last thing Eren needs is for you to do something rash, trust me. Commander Niel just made the biggest mistake today." Jaime told her with a calming voice, knowing she hated to talk about that day. Mikasa actually calmed down and looked at Jaime with appreciation for his support.

"Oh my," Jimmy drawled, cutting through the tension. "You must be truly desperate, Commander Nile."

"Desperate?" Nile spat. "A child killing three men—"

"Three human traffickers," Jimmy corrected smoothly. "Who had just murdered Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman, and then kidnapped their daughter Mikasa, a nine years old girl." He gestured toward her. "The same Mikasa Ackerman who was in the second place in this years training corps."

Nile's face reddened. "That doesn't change—"

"Cadet Jaime," Jimmy called out. "Please step forward and tell the court about the sixteenth month of training."

Jaime moved to the front, his posture military-precise. "During a routine forest exercise, two cadet teams were deployed. I led Team B with Annie Leonhart, Reiner Braun, Berholdt Hoover, Ymir and Mikasa Ackermanand. Team A included Eren Yeager, Krista Lenz, Armin Arlert...Marco Bodt, Jean Kirstein, Sasha Blouse, and Mina Carolina."

His eyes hardened as he continued. "We were ambushed by a group of traffickers – the same kind who prey on refugees and orphans from Wall Maria. They thought we'd be easy targets." A cold smile crossed his face. "They were wrong."

The chamber was dead silent now.

"I personally killed five of them," Jaime stated matter-of-factly. "Annie took down three. Reiner handled two. Mikasa took down six. By the time it was over, fifteen traffickers lay dead by our hands." He turned to face Nile directly. "Tell me, Commander, what exactly did you expect two children to do when faced with armed kidnappers? Should they have politely asked to not be sold into slavery? Should they have waited for the Military Police to save them?" His voice dripped with contempt. "Oh wait, the Military Police doesn't venture that far from the interior, do they?"

Annie's lips curved slightly at the memory, while several MPs shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"Your Honor," Jimmy interjected smoothly, "the Military Police seems intent on painting my client as some kind of murderous monster. Yet when we examine the actual circumstances, what do we find? A child protecting himself and saving another from a fate worse than death. A cadet defending his fellow soldiers from criminals. A young man using his unique abilities to save humanity."

He spread his hands. "If Commander Nile wants to condemn Eren Yeager for killing those traffickers, then he must also condemn some of our finest soldiers who did exactly the same thing. Unless, of course, he's suggesting that the Military Police would have preferred those traffickers remain alive to continue their business?"

Nile sputtered, realizing the trap he'd walked into. "That's not—"

"Not what you meant?" Jimmy finished for him. "Perhaps next time you should consider the full context before attempting to paint a hero's actions as villainous. Unless you'd like to explain to the court why you seem more concerned about the deaths of human traffickers than the lives of the citizens they prey upon?"

In the witness area, Eren's fists slowly unclenched as he watched Jimmy and Jaime systematically dismantle the Military Police's attempt to use his past against him.

Zackly studied the proceedings with increased interest. "Commander Nile, do you have any response to this interpretation of events?"

Nile's silence spoke volumes.

"I thought not," Jimmy said cheerfully. "Shall we move on to discussing actual relevant matters, or would you like to try painting more acts of heroism as crimes?"

Zackly adjusted his papers, turning his attention to the Survey Corps commander. "Commander Erwin, elaborate on your plans for Eren Yeager's supervision and training."

Erwin stepped forward, maintaining his stoic expression despite his inner satisfaction. "Section Commander Hange Zoë will oversee all research regarding Eren's abilities."

At the mention of her name, Hange practically vibrated with excitement, her glasses glinting as she stared at Eren with an unsettling intensity that made him instinctively lean away. "Oh, we're going to learn SO much together, Eren!"

"The experiments will be conducted at a secure facility well within Wall Rose, far from any civilian populations," Erwin continued. "We've already selected a former Scout Regiment castle that meets our requirements for both security and isolation."

"And if he loses control?" Zackly pressed. "What measures are in place?"

Before Erwin could respond, Captain Levi stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention despite his small stature. His steel-gray eyes locked onto Eren.

Jimmy, recognizing the telltale signs of an impending "demonstration," quickly intervened. "Your Honor, if I may? Even a humble lawyer like myself is well aware of Captain Levi's reputation. The man they call Humanity's Strongest Soldier, capable of taking down multiple titans single-handedly."

Levi's eyes shifted to Jimmy, who continued undaunted. "With Captain Levi and his handpicked Special Operations Squad overseeing Eren, any... unfortunate incidents would be resolved swiftly and decisively."

"You sound quite confident in that assessment," Zackly noted.

"Your Honor, if Captain Levi can't handle one rookie titan-shifter, then humanity is in far more trouble than we thought." Jimmy's lips quirked. "Though judging by the captain's record, I rather pity any titan – shifter or otherwise – that gives him an excuse to demonstrate his skills."

In the gallery, Jaime muttered under his breath, "Nice save."

"He just prevented Eren from getting beaten up in court," Armin whispered back.

"And managed to compliment Levi while doing it," Annie added quietly, a hint of approval in her tone.

Levi's expression hadn't changed, but he did give Jimmy an almost imperceptible nod before stepping back.

Erwin smoothly picked up the thread. "As Mr. SGM points out, we have assembled the most capable team possible to both train and, if necessary, contain Eren Yeager. Between Section Commander Hange's expertise and Captain Levi's combat abilities, we are well-prepared for any contingency."

Hange was practically drooling at the prospect of her experiments, causing Eren to shoot a concerned look at Jimmy, who gave him a slight "better her than the MP" shrug in response.

"I see," Zackly said, making some notes. The direction of his decision was becoming clear to everyone in the chamber.

Even Nile seemed to sense it, his shoulders slumping slightly in defeat as he watched another victory slip into the Survey Corps' hands.

"In light of the evidence presented, I hereby grant custody of Eren Yeager to the Survey Corps," Zackly announced, his voice echoing through the chamber.

The tension in Mikasa's shoulders finally eased as she allowed herself a small smile. Beside her, Armin released a heavy breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Thank you, Jaime," Armin said earnestly. "If you hadn't suggested Jimmy..."

"We might be watching Eren get dissected right now," Mikasa finished, sounding relived and grateful towards Jaime.

Jaime waved off their thanks. "Jimmy owed me a favor, that's all. Besides, he loves cases like this – the more impossible they seem, the more he enjoys winning them." He nodded toward Eren, who was being led away. "You should go talk to him before the Corps whisks him away to that castle."

As Mikasa and Armin hurried to Eren's side, Jaime noticed Annie's intense gaze fixed on him. "What? Did I get something on my face during the trial?"

"No," Annie replied in her characteristic monotone, though her eyes held a different expression. "I was just thinking you'd make an excellent Commander of the Military Police."

Jaime let out a surprised laugh. "I'm not sure if I should be offended or flattered by that comparison." He grinned at her. "Nice try though, but I'm still joining the Survey Corps."

"It was worth attempting," Annie said, the barest hint of disappointment in her voice.

Jaime took her hands in his, leading her out of the crowded courtroom into a quieter hallway. "Hey, I'm not going to die out there. I promise."

Annie's eyes hardened slightly. "Many Survey Corps soldiers made that same promise before you. Their bones still litter the ground outside the walls."

"Would you believe me if I told you I actually considered joining the MPs?" Jaime asked softly.

Annie's eyes widened slightly – the equivalent of shocked surprise for her. "You did?"

"Yeah," he admitted, leaning against the wall. "After ranking first, I thought about it. The safe life inside the walls, regular meals, no titans..." He glanced at her. "A future with you."

"What changed your mind?"

"Because that life, as comfortable as it might be, would mean giving up on my dreams." He ran a hand through his dark hair. "I want to see what's beyond these walls. I want to see the whole world."

"Many have died chasing those same dreams," Annie pointed out.

"I know. But I'm not like them, Annie. I'm not going to die out there because I have something worth coming back for." He squeezed her hands gently. "Someone worth coming back for."

A faint blush colored Annie's cheeks. "That's why I like you," she admitted quietly. "You know exactly what you want."

"I want you," Jaime said simply. "I want a future where we can have a family together, where our children won't grow up afraid of walls and titans."

Annie's expression softened almost imperceptibly. "The world is cruel, Jaime."

"Then we'll face its cruelty together." He brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face. "Unless you're planning to arrest me for being too charming?"

That earned him a small snort. "Your jokes still need work."

"Yet you're still dating me, so they can't be that bad."

"I question my judgment sometimes," Annie replied, but there was warmth in her voice.

Annie looked at Jaime, studying his gentle smile and the warmth in his purple eyes. The guilt twisted in her chest like a knife, knowing what was coming, knowing what she would have to do. The mission, her father, the warriors – it all weighed on her. But right now, in this moment, he was still looking at her like she was something precious.

Without warning, she pulled him closer and pressed her lips against his. It wasn't like their usual kisses – quick, subtle things away from prying eyes. This was desperate, almost hungry, as if she was trying to memorize everything about this moment. The way he smelled like leather and pine, the gentle way his hands came up to cradle her face, the soft surprise in his breath.

When they finally parted, Jaime blinked at her in surprise. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

Annie struggled to keep her voice steady. "Do I need a reason?"

"No, but you're not usually this... public about things." His eyes searched her face with concern. "Are you okay?"

She forced herself to nod, fighting back the urge to tell him everything. To warn him. To beg for forgiveness for what was to come. Instead, she said, "I just... wanted to."

Jaime's expression softened into that smile that made her heart ache. "Well, feel free to 'just want to' anytime."

She knew she didn't deserve his love. She knew his heart would break. But for now, she would hold his hand. For now, she would let herself have this moment. For now, she would pretend she deserved his love.

Because soon enough, these moments would only exist in memory, and those memories would have to be enough to sustain her through what was to come.

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