Levi never had the chance to say goodbye. He’d never had the chance to hear your last words. He’d never been given the opportunity to see your body as it was burned along with the rest of those who did not survive the Battle of Shiganshina. In fact, he hadn’t known you’d never return to his arms until he returned to the walls, returning to your shared quarters to find you’d snuck out on the mission without telling a soul where you’d gone. You’d been there. You’d charged with Erwin to the bitter end. You’d died, and Levi hadn’t even known until it was too late.

Years later, once the fight was over, once the Battle of Heaven and Earth had come to its fitting conclusion, Levi was granted the one wish he’d never even dared to speak aloud.

As the smoke cleared, he found himself in the Paths, but instead of sand, grass sprouted underneath his feet, and a meadow scene filled his senses. The scenery was picture perfect, far from the battle he’d just witnessed, but he soon disregarded it all as he saw a figure in the distance. You.

He hobbled forwards, his wounds feeling lighter and less cumbersome with every step he took. You were here. You, his one and only.