[Erwin has never wanted to be a father, for reasons both personal and practical. It never made sense to want children, being in the Survey Corps and knowing that every mission could be the last, and then he met his life partner and having children became an impossibility. In some distant, gauzy world that never was, a world where he lived long enough to retire, he might have taken on one or two of Historia's orphans, but that never happened.]

[But there's a reason Erwin had been able to inspire so many brave men and women into pledging their lives to his cause and then dying for it; for all his brutal tactics and insane gambles, Erwin cares about those in his charge, and Falco is now officially one of those people.]

You're welcome.

[With Falco all set and ready to go, Erwin heads off down the hallway with him in tow. He already knows where the principal's office is, and barges right in without an invitation.]

I understand my son is being expected to write lines this afternoon. What, may I ask, is the educational value of this exercise?

[While his phrasing is polite, his tone is frigid.]