[ It doesn't make him feel better, because in the end, dead is dead. The only pain he's really spared is that he doesn't know how it happens, doesn't know how it will mirror the loss that awaits his more immediate future.

But they're here. Erwin's here. By whatever miracle of this place or this person. Vaeros says that he'll grant wishes after people stay here for however long, and yet he seems to keep just...dropping the only things Levi could ever think to ask for in his lap.

Yet it still fucking hurts. They deserved so much more.

He sighs, takes a halfhearted sip of his tea and leans forward to set it on the table, sick of holding it. Arms fold over his chest, subconsciously curling in on himself. ]

Hallucinations. They...looked real. Sounded real. Most of them were people who're already dead. Except for the two of you.

[ Levi looks back at Hange again then, knee leaning into that contact a little more, as though to remind himself that they are real. ]

...drink your tea.