The cold air and snow of the forced winter continued to fall upon the barren city of Trottingham. Like a visit to the past, Atlas sat atop a pile of debris, watching, remembering the Vector war. Screams of desperate civilians he could not save, their graves now scattered around the city. He looked up at the sky, the hundreds of Ubor ships still raining death upon any major settlement. It was in times like these in which he felt completely useless.

“Hey…” a female voice whispered from the right. Atlas turned to see a raider, one that he knew very well.

“Torres…” he muttered. “Shouldn’t you be saving the world?”

“Don’t act like that,” the woman retorted. “You know you could be doing something to help the planet. You’ve just…”

Atlas turned to her. “I just what?”

“Pains me to say this, but it’s the truth.” Torres looked up at the sky. “You’ve been tossed around your entire life, forced to do this and that. I think… I think you just need a little push,” she said as she playfully pushed him, not moving him an inch. He replied with a stoic look.

“Come on, Atlas.” She sighed. “You’ve the strenght of a thousand. I’ll get you in contact with High Command; they’ll give you an objective.”

“It’s not about that…”

“Oh?”

Atlas huffed. “Let’s say we win this war... What happens after? The way they die is what makes a hero. I already died a hero, because even if you make it, you’re just history. Why do you think I locked myself in a bunker, inside a stasis tube?”

“Well, we could…” Torres began, only to be interrupted by the giant.

“I’m just a tool, Torres.” Atlas said as he picked up a small rock and crushed it in his hand. “I just kill things.”

“Atlas…”

“Just like I was made.” He let the dust of the crushed rock fall onto the ground. “No matter how hard I try, I end up doing what I’ve been meant to since the start… Wage war.”

“Atlas!”

The giant straightened his stance, sighing. “Fine, go ahead…”

Torres looked up at the titan, then down at the ground. “Maybe we could…” She cleared her throat. “You know…”

Atlas stared at her.

“Like... we could…”

He tilted his head to the side.

“L-Live together?”

Atlas’ face remained a stoic expression. “Are you… serious?”

Torres nodded as she hugged the titan’s enormous arm. “Never been more serious.”

The giant looked at the ground, then back up at the sky, sighing. “I… guess,” he said as his face took an unusual expression...

A smile.