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Levi gazes out at the ocean from a wheelchair on the beach, the water as deep and blue as Erwin’s eyes. The comparison hurts, but it’s true all the same. He winds the man’s bolo tie around the fingers he has left, particularly his ring finger, and he sighs deeply while trying to hold on to the memory of what was as opposed to embracing the grim reality of what will be now that the war is over.
“Ready?” Mikasa asks as she joins him.
Levi nods and says no more. He doubts that she would hear him anyway, not when what is left of her heart is buried at the base of a tree along with Eren.
She pulls him away from the water and pushes him back, towards an empty house, an empty bed, and, for the rest of his days, an empty life.