[ It's not easy to hear, even for the things that are the second time through but from Mikasa's perspective. Levi doesn't want to imagine living it, would rather leave that pain for when it actually happens, but of course that's not how any of this shit works. It does hurt. No matter how many times he hears it, it will always hurt.
He listens to her, silent and attentive. Of course they would have to kill Eren; of course the brat would push them all towards that outcome. From here, Levi can't pretend to understand, isn't entirely sure that he would in those moments where he apparently all but destroys his body to ensure that it could happen. It doesn't really matter, though, because he can't do shit about any of it so long as he's here. They're here. He does however have a new appreciation for just how fucking strange it must be for her and Jean and Hange to see Eren as he is now.
I killed him.
Levi can't help the lance of pain that shoots through his chest. For Eren, even after all the shit he put them through, will put them through, how fucked up he must have been and felt in the end. For Mikasa, who had to be the one to carry out that horror. His mind automatically goes to what Hange had told them of Erwin's death, how at first he didn't even understand himself and that choice he will eventually make until he learned his own reasoning for that decision, and knew that it could not have been any other way. No one else could have made that choice.
Such is the burden they both carry.
His chest aches. His expression not unreadable, but quietly sad. It's good to know that some of them make it through, that they still manage to save some of humanity. But the cost seems...so great. It should have been more of them. Even at least one, someone who could have taken his place. Sasha...
Slowly, he reaches forward, taking the teacup from her hands to set it aside and transfer her strong grip to his. ]
You'll break it... [ he mutters the words under his breath without any real annoyance. If she needs something to hold onto, he's far more durable. Hange thinks he's gotten more tactile since being here, but Levi's never been completely averse to touch when there was a reason for it. Still, it might be more than he would have done in the past. She's always free to escape.
Levi waits for her to look at him again, as long as it takes. His gaze is steady, but there's a sadness in it as well. They all deserved better. ]
You've been through hell, so no wonder you look like shit. Still...thank you, for telling me.
So what do you want to do? About Eren. I can't imagine you leaving him alone, even after all that.
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He listens to her, silent and attentive. Of course they would have to kill Eren; of course the brat would push them all towards that outcome. From here, Levi can't pretend to understand, isn't entirely sure that he would in those moments where he apparently all but destroys his body to ensure that it could happen. It doesn't really matter, though, because he can't do shit about any of it so long as he's here. They're here. He does however have a new appreciation for just how fucking strange it must be for her and Jean and Hange to see Eren as he is now.
I killed him.
Levi can't help the lance of pain that shoots through his chest. For Eren, even after all the shit he put them through, will put them through, how fucked up he must have been and felt in the end. For Mikasa, who had to be the one to carry out that horror.
His mind automatically goes to what Hange had told them of Erwin's death, how at first he didn't even understand himself and that choice he will eventually make until he learned his own reasoning for that decision, and knew that it could not have been any other way. No one else could have made that choice.
Such is the burden they both carry.
His chest aches. His expression not unreadable, but quietly sad. It's good to know that some of them make it through, that they still manage to save some of humanity. But the cost seems...so great. It should have been more of them. Even at least one, someone who could have taken his place. Sasha...
Slowly, he reaches forward, taking the teacup from her hands to set it aside and transfer her strong grip to his. ]
You'll break it... [ he mutters the words under his breath without any real annoyance. If she needs something to hold onto, he's far more durable. Hange thinks he's gotten more tactile since being here, but Levi's never been completely averse to touch when there was a reason for it. Still, it might be more than he would have done in the past. She's always free to escape.
Levi waits for her to look at him again, as long as it takes. His gaze is steady, but there's a sadness in it as well. They all deserved better. ]
You've been through hell, so no wonder you look like shit. Still...thank you, for telling me.
So what do you want to do? About Eren. I can't imagine you leaving him alone, even after all that.