[ Levi's thumb brushes Eren's hand and he knows he's lost. But for the first time in — months? years? ages? — he feels found, tethered here in the present by something he's only ever entertained in private fantasy. Even then, it's been awhile since he dared.
He hears his father's voice saying only Eren will get what he wants. Funny, to think that he wanted that end of the world.
He did. He does. The world is a grim disappointment. The world will tear them all limb from limb.
He doesn't. He doesn't want to murder those children. He doesn't want Levi to look at him with disdain, to give up on him. He needs those things to happen, but he does not yet want them.
He wants this: his hand grasping Levi's like a lifeline. The captain's admission that there is more between them than just duty. The idea of a future they can't actually have, a place where there is no war and no Marley and they can have peace.
He will never have peace. But he can pretend for a minute, a day, a year. For Levi, he will crush the world. For Levi, he will stay his hand. ]
This is what I want.
[ He whispers that, but it's fervent, all his devotion, his rage, his teenage bullshit tied up in a sentence. ]
I don’t know how to change the future. I'll try again.
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He hears his father's voice saying only Eren will get what he wants. Funny, to think that he wanted that end of the world.
He did. He does. The world is a grim disappointment. The world will tear them all limb from limb.
He doesn't. He doesn't want to murder those children. He doesn't want Levi to look at him with disdain, to give up on him. He needs those things to happen, but he does not yet want them.
He wants this: his hand grasping Levi's like a lifeline. The captain's admission that there is more between them than just duty. The idea of a future they can't actually have, a place where there is no war and no Marley and they can have peace.
He will never have peace. But he can pretend for a minute, a day, a year. For Levi, he will crush the world. For Levi, he will stay his hand. ]
This is what I want.
[ He whispers that, but it's fervent, all his devotion, his rage, his teenage bullshit tied up in a sentence. ]
I don’t know how to change the future. I'll try again.