Erwin…

Erwin….

Erwin…..

That name. That soul crushing memory was all that ran through the ravenette’s head as he rode through the gates to the Scout Regiment headquarters, his grip on his steed’s bridle vice-like as he forces his eyes ahead.

There were whispers echoing all around him “What happened to the Commander?” “Where’s the Commander?” and to Levi.. every one of those whispered comments was a direct stab to the heart. Where was his Commander…? Well, in hell by now, he’s sure. Just.. not with him. And that’s what hurt.