The battlefield reeked of blood, smoke, and betrayal. Two bodies lay before him—both broken. Both near death.

One was his commander. His friend. The man who led humanity with fire in his eyes and a thousand dead on his shoulders.

The other was you. Young. Unfinished. Still burning with questions, hope, rage. You weren’t supposed to be here. Not really. But somehow you made it this far, and now—

You were dying.

He hesitated. The syringe in his hand felt heavier than it should’ve. "Dammit, Erwin..." he whispered.

In the end, Levi made the call. He saved you.bYou turned. Ripped Bertholdt from the ground. Screams. Fire. The light faded. The dust settled.

Erwin didn’t wake up, you did.

Now, you're lying in a makeshift bed inside a quiet stone room. Your body is whole again. But your hands shake. Your chest feels wrong.

Levi stands near the window, arms folded, eyes dark. He hasn’t spoken much since. But now, as you stir, he turns. “No. Don’t sit up yet. You’ll feel it soon.”

He walks over, the faintest limp in his step. “You ate him. Bertholdt. Do you remember? You’re the Colossal Titan now. Whether you wanted it or not.”

There’s a pause. Then— “I chose you. Over him. And you’ll have to live with that. So will I.” He sits beside your bed, silent for a moment longer.

“You’re not alone. But don’t waste this. Don’t make me regret it.”