The Empire of Titans

To Eren Yeager

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Now - Eren Yeager

"Can you believe we actually made it here?" Eren's voice carried a soft wistfulness, almost swallowed by the breeze. The sand shifted beneath their feet as they stood before the vast stretch of ocean, distant from the anchored ships bobbing lazily in the tide.

After fending off the last of the Marleyan resistance and tying up lingering matters, Eren had finally found a moment to just breathe. The ocean—once only a dream—was real now. It stretched endlessly before him, and for once, he let himself take it in.

"I always believed we'd reach it," Armin replied, his grin wide enough to hurt. "It's just like the books said it would be." His eyes sparkled with boyish wonder. They weren't alone in their awe. Mikasa, Jean, Marco, and the others had drifted toward the shore, each lost in the spell of the sea.

Mikasa stood quietly beside Eren while Armin chatted with Mina, who was clearly mesmerized by the crashing surf. The rise and fall of the waves was hypnotic—strange, beautiful, alive.

Eren stared into the shimmering blue, wondering if it was possible to ever grow tired of such a view. Without a word, he kicked off his shoes, drawing a few puzzled glances as he strode forward barefoot. Cold water nipped at his skin, and he winced, but didn't stop.

"Oi, Eren! What are you doing?" Jean called out, exasperation in his tone. Still, he followed, dragging the others with him until they were all splashing through the shallows.

"It's freezing!!" Sasha squealed, flushing with embarrassment as everyone laughed. The sand squeezed between her toes, and she knelt to pick up tiny, brightly colored shells gleaming in the tide.

"It's salty!" Jean gagged, spitting out a mouthful as the others chuckled. Connie, grinning like an idiot, hurled himself into the waves.

"You dumbass, Connie!" Floch barked, looking ready to throttle him as Connie surfaced, soaked and grinning like a lunatic.

"Eren, look!" Armin's voice rang out, filled with awe. He held something cupped in both palms—a large white shell, gleaming like porcelain.

"That's beautiful," Eren said quietly. "You should keep it." Armin nodded. Behind them, Jean, Marco, Sasha, and Connie turned their splash war into a full-on water brawl while Floch screamed at them like an angry nanny.

Off to the side, Annie stood apart from the others. She had seen the ocean before; to her, it wasn't some mystical horizon, just another massive, restless body of water. But watching the others stumble around in wide-eyed amazement—especially seeing Eren laugh—was... amusing. Warm, even. And that warmth brought guilt in its wake.

She still carried the weight of that conversation with Eren—about Pieck, about the Curse. He'd promised her she wouldn't die young. And even though Pieck wouldn't meet her gaze without glaring daggers, at least she was still breathing. That had to mean something. But as the memories crowded in—Dina restored, Bertholdt's death and the way his voice broke screaming her name—the guilt sharpened.

Every time Eren smiled at her, it cut deeper. Her role in the fall of Wall Maria. His mother's death. Bertholdt's final moments. She hadn't had a choice when Reiner cornered her that day. But excuses didn't make her any less guilty. Deep down, she believed she didn't deserve forgiveness. Or love. And if Eren ever knew everything...