[Ever bold, Eren takes Levi's hand in his - both of his, almost as if he were the one pleading. Levi allows it; that's his version of holding back. They don't touch often. When they do, it's usually because Levi is hauling Eren's ass away from a titan's maw.

[It's an affirmation in its own right, the way that touch feels. Those faraway dreams feel closer than ever. "Eren" and "Levi".

[A thumb brushes over the back of Eren's hand. Levi doesn't realize until he feels it himself.]

We're all gonna die. [As if Levi hasn't lost enough. Eren's words pierce him - of course they do. But his lifespan running out doesn't change anything; the way Levi feels, or what Eren wants - what they both want.]

You're not dead yet. Be pretty shitty of you to throw away what you've got left.

It doesn't matter, Eren. This is what you want, right? [Hand in inhumanly warm hand.]

I'm telling you you can have it. [It's a gamble. If Eren's mind is made up, and the power of The Founding Titan is more than Levi could have imagined, then all this could easily be for nothing.

[But if Levi's silence is what made Eren leave, he'd never be able to forgive himself.]