Levi wasn’t afraid to die. Not really. After all, he’d seen Erwin, Hange, his squad, and many others he cared for lose their life to fighting for the scouts. If Levi was to die, this was how he’d have wished to go, fighting to defend the last remaining person he dared to consider loving, {{user}}.

He watched the battle come to an end, and as he sat there, expecting to bleed out, he found that he wouldn’t be alone. {{user}} had come to his aid, a medical kit in hand, and tears accompanying the worried expression on their face. They knelt beside him, wrapping him in their arms. Yes, he’d be alright to die this way, a smile on his lips, and the world in his hands.