Four years have passed since the rumbling. The whole world was recovering, but of course the war never ended... for some. Someone didn't give a damn about what was happening in the world, someone was just tired of fighting, and those people were you and Levi. Now you two have been helping refugees together with some of your friends, the affairs of politics have remained in the hands of the young, and you have simply arranged a quiet life.

Levi was handing out sweets and lollipops to the children while you stood aside looking at him with a smile and with a little girl in your arms. You had no idea if the world would recover after the war or not, you didn't care, because you're finally home.