[ everything fades to nothing around them, and it doesn't matter. nothing matters in this exact moment but levi's grasp on his arm, erwin's thumb brushing along levi's jaw like he's trying to convince both of them that they're really here. that they're together, that none of this is a dream (a nightmare, considering the location).
he exhales slowly and it shakes. and it's not a thing that happens, but—his hand is trembling slightly where it rests. he closes what little distance is left to lean down and press their foreheads together, not caring that the act of bending over is complete agony from the wound. he's put a jacket over top of the whole thing by now, sorry to the dead guy he took it from, so it's partially hidden, but they both know it's there. ]
I didn't expect to see you again.
[ quietly. they both know this too, what he means. and then: ]
You were right.
[ he should've listened. he knows levi doesn't want to have been right, but what's happened happened.
he's almost afraid to ask levi how long it's been for him. he remembers the exhausted lines of levi's face, just last night for him, but this is amplified by so much.
[ he hears what Erwin says to him, but he doesn't respond to any of it. he doesn't want to be right, and he didn't expect to see Erwin again, either, obviously—none of that seems important.
Erwin is dead. he bled out right in front of him. Levi let him bleed out right in front of him, because it was the kinder option. Erwin probably thinks it was some kind of logical conclusion based on the facts of the situation, or the likelihood of their future victory, but it wasn't. he chose to let Erwin die, so why the fuck is he alive?
is it okay to be happy about this?
the coat Erwin's wearing isn't his. that doesn't really matter, but it's covering up what should be a gaping wound on his side. when he pushes it aside and sees blood he panics all over again, even if Erwin's clearly faring much better now than he was that day on the rooftop. ]
I need to get you out of here. There has to be someone who can—
[ his voice is rushed and fearful until he can't seem to use it anymore. if he has to watch Erwin die again, then they really are in hell. ]
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he exhales slowly and it shakes. and it's not a thing that happens, but—his hand is trembling slightly where it rests. he closes what little distance is left to lean down and press their foreheads together, not caring that the act of bending over is complete agony from the wound. he's put a jacket over top of the whole thing by now, sorry to the dead guy he took it from, so it's partially hidden, but they both know it's there. ]
I didn't expect to see you again.
[ quietly. they both know this too, what he means. and then: ]
You were right.
[ he should've listened. he knows levi doesn't want to have been right, but what's happened happened.
he's almost afraid to ask levi how long it's been for him. he remembers the exhausted lines of levi's face, just last night for him, but this is amplified by so much.
how long does he have to atone for? ]
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Erwin is dead. he bled out right in front of him. Levi let him bleed out right in front of him, because it was the kinder option. Erwin probably thinks it was some kind of logical conclusion based on the facts of the situation, or the likelihood of their future victory, but it wasn't. he chose to let Erwin die, so why the fuck is he alive?
is it okay to be happy about this?
the coat Erwin's wearing isn't his. that doesn't really matter, but it's covering up what should be a gaping wound on his side. when he pushes it aside and sees blood he panics all over again, even if Erwin's clearly faring much better now than he was that day on the rooftop. ]
I need to get you out of here. There has to be someone who can—
[ his voice is rushed and fearful until he can't seem to use it anymore. if he has to watch Erwin die again, then they really are in hell. ]