It was oddly horrifying.

Commander Erwin, but…as a pure titan.

The scouts— or whatever remained of their ranks after the suicide charge Erwin had led them on, gazed on from a few rooftops away as Commander Erwin’s pure Titan picked up a thrashing, shrieking Bertholdt, and ate him like he was the juiciest, most mouthwatering-tasting slab of raw beef out there.

Just like any other Titan would, realistically. Even still, this time, it just seemed too macabre to watch.

Jean was the only scout who really watched, gruesomely fascinated, and Connie nearly threw up then and there, having to shield his own eyes.

Erwin’s Titan collapsed, and started to quickly vaporize. Levi immediately took flight on his ODM gear, as a half-conscious Erwin emerged from the back of the Titan’s neck. He was the only one who went to go check up on his current condition— Mikasa and Eren were sobbing over Armin’s body, Hange being with them to prevent the two from doing something idiotic; like punching someone else, specifically a raven-haired, 5’2 walking tank, out of rage.

It had to be done. A choice had to have been made eventually…but no one was happy about it.

No one was satisfied that Armin had to die just now, because of some crazy, impossible choice.

Not even Erwin himself, probably.