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[ One brain and everyone else's memories, which is really the problem. ]

I heard you.

[ Of course Eren hasn't forgotten those words either, though he's twisted the meaning in his head. He has to rely on himself, on his own decisions, his own power. Though unlike Levi has said, Eren can see the outcome. It's just such a terrible one. ]

But…

[ He sucks in a long breath through his nose and puffs all out his mouth again at once, hot air against the part of Levi's hand right there by his mouth. ]

I can't change the future. I don't think anyone can.

[ He hasn't quite reached tell the captain what's going on stage but he's shuffling around to it. Probably. Maybe. ]

You sure as hell can't if you don't try.

[ Something tinged with anger flashes across Eren's face. ]

What makes you think I haven't tried? I have. Nothing ever makes a difference. You heard those people in there! I told you, they'll come kill us.

[ He realises he's starting to raise his voice. Not only does he not want someone to come barging in here. He doesn't want to yell at Levi, not really. He's not mad at Levi.

He's only mad at himself.

Well, and the whole rest of the world, whatever. ]

I told you. I told you how many people have to die for you to be safe.

[ Not us. It still isn't us, can never be us. He wants it to be, though. That's why he's still in this room. ]

Back up, Eren. [All things considered, coming from Levi, it's nearly a gentle tone. Idly, he shifts his hand to run his knuckles over Eren's cheek instead. "Eren" and "Levi".]

Don't get excited. [He feels like telling Eren to start from the beginning - let's sort this out right now - but they don't have much longer to hide away in here, and with the time they have...

[Let them both have this for a moment.]

As soon as we can, we're gonna sit down and sort out all the shit in your head. For now, just calm down a minute.

[ Eren already knows there's no doing that, no sorting through it, no working it out. There never can be. There never was, never will be.

But he takes a breath anyway. Levi's hand is still here on his face and the world is out there.

Was there ever a chance it could have been this? Eren and Levi against the world? He wishes. But Levi would never in a million lifetimes see this Eren's way. Levi cares too much.

Eren loves that about him, though. That's why this is supposed to hurt. But he stays here, just…breathing. ]

Okay, Captain.

[ Let them have this: Levi's knuckles against his face (they could be harsh or soft and he'd take it all the same), Eren turning into his touch again like he can't bear to do anything else, one of Eren's hands grasped in the fabric of Levi's jacket (not like his regular uniform, something different, more formal, too bad Eren's messing it up like he messes everything up). ]

We can't stay here though.

[ We, this time. Not I. ]

No. [A muttered agreement. Something makes the room feel too quiet to raise his voice. He could say that its the need to be discreet, but that hadn't stopped him before; no, it isn't that at all. It's Eren's hand, gripping his uniform; it's Levi's hand, stroking the boy's face.

[They should go - rejoin the others, get back to business as usual. But Levi doesn't know when they'll be alone like this again.

[With his other hand, he tucks a finger under Eren's chin, lifting it. He wants to meet his eyes - grey watching that lovely green, unlike anything Levi's ever seen.

["I'm telling you you can have it."

[This first. Then they move forward, whatever that means - together.

[He leans in, the hand against Eren's cheek shifting to cup it. Levi kisses Eren - no Captains, no subordinates. "Levi" and "Eren".]

[ Eren is surprised enough that he's completely still for a moment.

Time spins around him, all the futures he wants and cannot have, the future that is looming in the distance, that is happening right now, oceans of blood.

Levi's face in bandages.

Eren's face missing an eye.

The same injuries, mirrored, perhaps some sick sort of penance for the unknown fate that awaits a man he loves too much.

Eren's eyes flick up, wide and green and alive, meeting stormy grey. Then Levi is actually kissing him and nothing else matters.

This is how they lose the war.

If he asks Levi to run, will he do it? He doesn't think so but he lets himself dream it for the split second of stretched out time that hangs in the air.

He finally lets go of Levi's jacket and reaches up, fingers against the back of his neck, tracing up into the shortest part of the undercut. He's wondered what it would feel like to brush his hands over those shaved pieces. Now he doesn't have to wonder.

Eren will always take more than he is given and that's true here too. He's kissed people before, sure, but somehow this feels different to him. He's thought about this a zillion times, sometimes in a hazy nonspecific way and sometimes in embarrassing detail. But the reality is always different, isn't it?

He parts his lips almost immediately, leaning up to demand more. He's still sitting down and the only way to get leverage is to stand. He doesn't dare. He's afraid if he does he'll break whatever spell is cast between them.

When he stands up and walks out of this room, it's still Captain. (It's still Captain in his mind, but that word means different things to him in different thoughts.)

Levi. Eren.

Us, he thinks. Humanity's strongest. Humanity's "hope." Maybe they will find another way after all.

He knows they won't, but please. If only. ]

[They will. They have to. Especially now. Especially now.

[Parted lips plead for more from Levi; he delivers. Rarely has he been in the position of standing above someone while they kiss, but with Eren seated, he has all the leverage he needs. Leaning down, he deepens the kiss, his free hand coming up to brush through Eren's hair, fingers bending to grasp, caress. His hand settles at the nape of the boy's neck.

[It feels profound. That's the only word that fits; still, it doesn't do it justice. It's more than release. There's freedom to this moment - such terrible, intoxicating freedom.

["Freedom" which Eren cares so much about. Levi wonders if he can feel it too.]

[ There aren't many people that Eren would let touch his neck at all. It's his biggest physical weakness, after all. And Levi is the deadliest when it comes to killing titans. But Levi touching his neck like this, steady and real, while they kiss, is everything he wants.

Well. Not everything. In this moment, it's enough.

It should be him, Eren thinks. Not Armin. Not Mikasa. Not a gunshot from across the yard. It should always have been Levi. What a morbid thought to have in the middle of this unexpected intimacy, one of the only things in the past year and change that has truly taken Eren by surprise.

Despite all of his yelling about it, Eren knows now the awful truth that he has never been free. They were not free inside the walls. They are not free outside the walls. Eren himself is bound by a fate of his own making, a fate of the world twisting him in knots, the consequence of a boy with too much rage and too much power, generational trauma spiralling outward. He will consume the whole world with that fate. A slave to his freedom.

But.

There is now this choice. Are they damning everyone on the island? Probably. Is there another way, something between eradication of Paradis and eradication of the world? Eren thinks — knows — there is not.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter! Eren holds on to Levi like a lifeline and kisses him like he will never get to kiss anyone again.

It is freeing, though, to make a different choice, something he had not foreseen. Levi told him once to make a choice and live with it. So he does.

Eventually even titan shifters have to breathe and he gasps softly with the intake of air, still holding on and unwilling to let go. ]

What do we do now? I don't want you to die.

[ That's his fear, after all. He doesn't really care if the island gets wrecked. The Rumbling would wreck half of it anyway. He cares about Levi, and his other friends, the closeknit family that was left after Zeke killed pretty much all the Scouts. They have to live. Most of them, if not all of them, have to live. ]

[It ends all too soon - ever too soon. Eren parts from him for a breath, and Levi echoes it, grey eyes remaining closed for a long, lingering moment. Gently, affectionately, slender fingers still comb through Eren's short hair, savoring that feeling of closeness, closeness, closeness with the boy he couldn't bear to be close to.

[Levi doesn't know the Hell that Eren faces in his own mind, but it's clear now, at least, that there is one. He wants to understand - needs to understand, in fact, because a difference must be made, a solution must be found. This fight won't end on the grounds of defeatism. He won't allow it. He can't.

[Especially now.]

We need to get back. [His voice, for what it's worth, is gentle.]

When it's safe, I'll meet with you. We'll figure out what to do next.

I need you to trust me until then.

[ Eren wonders for a minute what Levi's fingers would feel like in longer hair, something he will never have the luxury of knowing.

Or will he? ]

We'll never be safe, Captain.

[ That isn't what Levi meant, and Eren knows it. He says it all the same. His views on the world haven't changed, but he's agreed to stop, to stay here.

To be Eren and Levi, when they can, for the short moments that matter more than the horrors they still face. ]

Of course I trust you.

[ Levi is maybe the most trustworthy person Eren can think of. Eren isn't trustworthy, not now, but he'll make an attempt to be, staving off his apocalypse for as long as he can.

Eren has always chosen the few over the many, and this isn't all that different. ]

We can go back.

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