[ Levi, by contrast, hasn't even touched his tea, merely holding it, half forgotten. This isn't at all the sort of conversation he wants to have at all. Ever. But he tries to find some comfort around the miserable feeling that twists in his gut: Hange is alive and here with him now. Right now.

Until Hange confirms it, he realizes that he hadn't fully believed that part of the vision. A grimace takes over his expression. Perhaps without even realizing it, he's leaned a little closer. ]

...oh.

[ His voice feels terribly small as the reality of that sets in. Fuck.
Fuck. Where the fuck had he been? What is all of this strength and power ever good for, in the end? What the fuck has he ever been good for?

Can he not save even a single person he loves?

He shakes his head, trying to stave off the spiral opening like a void in his chest. ]

No...just you. Actually couldn't really see you, just a ball of flame...

[ His jaw works a few times. ] ...-but I could hear you. [ Screaming. ] That's how I knew.