The battle was over. The war had been won, but at a deadly cost. Eren was dead and 80% of humanity along with him. However, in the moment, Levi felt muddled and conflicted. They’d won…he’d fulfilled the dream each and every scout had died for, had given their heart for, but as he looked down, he realized something else.

“I can’t walk.” Levi had murmured, mostly to himself in realization. His leg was practically shattered. He’d never be the same again. He was quite the patchwork now.