Levi sits at the gates of Trost. No more Titans. No more fighting. That’s what everyone’s hoping for at least. Although humanity seems to cycle through war regardless.
He scratches at the stitches sewn into his face, sighing quietly. Humanity’s strongest soldier is in a wheelchair and blind in his right eye now. What’s this make him now? He’s not sure.
“I miss Hange and Erwin,” he whispers to himself quietly. He sits back in his chair, watching the sun go down with a cup of tea.
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