It took me a few days to watch all the seasons. Suffice it to say, Attack on Titan is so pretty. I declare that my life is divided into before and after watching Attack on Titan.
Thinking about the afterthought I wrote in a hurry when I watched the first season, ah, how naive. Yearning for freedom? Disobedience to fate? Ah, still too young. The story is not so simple.
The great thing about Attack on Titan is that it builds a world that is extremely magical and infinitely close to reality. Human behavior is the product of ideas. When you were a teenager, your birth, education and experience gave you a subjective perception of the world and formed your own standards of good and evil.
Just like Allen, he lived within the walls since he was a child. One day, he was having a good time on the street and saw the giant monster breaking through the wall. When he and his friends fled home in a hurry, he saw his mother being swallowed alive by a giantess in front of him. Encountering such childhood shadows, Allen and the others identified giants as demons, swore to join the Survey Corps, and vowed to kill all giants. In Allen's eyes, we and them, the good guys and the bad guys, seem to be simple and clear.
Facing the terrifying giants outside and the precarious life inside the walls, everyone has a set goal. Whether it’s for revenge, salvation, freedom, like Mikasa, to see the bigger world, like Ermin, or just to see the truth, like the captain, no matter because What, people can hold the flame of hope, surpass their own life time and time again, and sacrifice in front of the goal without hesitation.
But when the fog faded little by little, those who survived discovered that their former classmates had become mortal enemies, and the demons they thought were compatriots who had fallen into bad luck. Gradually, the boundaries between true and false, good and evil, us and them, became less clear.
Then how to go down? Ellen and Reiner, one fighting for freedom, friendship and kinship, the other craving recognition in a hierarchical society. They are from the same race, have a good heart, and even have a sincere friendship. They all long to be heroes and are afraid of wasting their lives, but they are limited by their birth, family and history textbooks of their country, and they can only meet each other on the battlefield again and again.
So what if you know the truth, one generation has the fate of one generation, and you can only go on.
Pity those youngsters who want to save the world one after another, but in the end they can only accept their own destiny and try to be the one who survives.
After the giant Ermin stepped on the land of the Marais, he saw the corpse of the child, devastated. At that moment, he remembered the hometown that was trampled down a few years ago: Bertolt, this is what you see.
As Li Haipeng said, if you don't understand that everyone is pitiful, then you don't understand anything.
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