A Fading No One.

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◆Levi's POV◆

The day before the 57th expedition, thinking.

This dirt. I belong with the filth. I belong alongside the road, I belong astride the brier and veiled beneath the silhouette of isolation. That's exactly where, and what I am. Where will I go when this war is over? What will I become, and more importantly, what am I now? I'm nothing. I can't find myself, no, so I created myself instead. I created myself, aware that true knowledge was in fact knowing that humanity is blind, humanity is ignorant. Humanity only doesn't wish to accept that path. So here we stand, alone and weak, until we either develope into something that's worth two shits or we die. Either way, it was a burden just to think about; we fear that we will lose what little of what we have left. Others are excited for when the humans win. The latter of the two seems so warm, so comforting. That's how i can tell it's fake shit. That's how I'm positive that the titans will win this tug of war. What's Even worse, is until the time comes, I'm only going to play charades. I'LL play this little game, I'll grasp onto what little hope we have left, and I'll strive until I'm dead. The strongest may die the fastest, who really knows. Not all gold glitters, deep roots aren't reached by the frost. Those roots have got something colder to hang onto. It's guilt, delicious wrong doing, It's anxiety and it's truth. It's ugly truth.

My thoughts were interrupted with a familiar voice. "Corporal!!! "

I look to my side slightly, only to be awaited with Eren Jaeger; the Titan Shifter. I look forward again. The sun was setting, so blissfully, so innocently. It's ashamed that it was there to see it all; the sun was there and watched every war and every assassination. The sun was there for everything. Yet it still had a lively essence that made you feel young. The sun; something my deep roots needed. That's the only way they wouldn't be reached by the frost-if there just wasn't frost in the first place. I snapped back into reality with a tap on my shoulder.

I looked behind me to see Eren, crouched over and supporting his weight with his hands on his knees, he was sweaty and out of breath. "Captain. I cleaned your office."

I looked at him, not feeling like checking.

"Good. Clean it again." This time I just told him to do it for the hell of it.

"Yes, sir!!!" He said, soluting and running off.

I Began slowly pacing again.

"that boy goes through hell to make you happy, and yet you still treat him like shit." The voice was coming from Erwin, who was behind me.

I didn't turn around. "So. What's your point?"

I could sense Erwin's smirk through the expression in his voice. "So give the damn boy a chance and stop slave driving him for once. We may be all going through some kind of hell at the moment, but we are still human beings."

He had a point. I was still human, and i had feelings too. Why did I have to be so damn stoic all the time. Why did i make myself into this?

I couldn't turn back. It was too late. I was only a Corporal, not a friend. I didn't feel like talking.

"We must focus on tomorrow's expedition i'm going to rest, you should too." I said, walking off, my hands behind my back and my paces controlled.

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I walked into my bedroom, and Eren was changing the sheets. Maybe I should be nicer to him. I might die tomorrow, never seeing the sunrise again, and I should have a good final reputation. No, that's not what I should think about. I should think that another Comrade shall die in peace if I'm nice to him. Right?

I didn't know anymore. No one knew this, but I held a diary in a secret drawer in my room. It was only fair not to be judged when you had to let off steam sometimes, I did have a heavy burden on my shoulders.
"Hey, Levi. I mean, Captain Levi." I leaned against the door.