What if {ereri}

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Levi

We flew through the air.

Cut. Kill. Move. Repeat.

Titans fell one after another.

Then—

Mikasa.

She was burning too much gas.

I grabbed her arm.

She yanked it away.

"I don't care about the gas," she snapped. "They're all going to die. It doesn't matter."

She shot off in the opposite direction.

I clenched my jaw.

Be safe.

⸻

I cut through Titan after Titan.

Just like we were taught.

The movements were natural.

Too natural.

I passed Armin.

He grabbed my arm.

"Levi, look!"

I followed his gaze.

I froze.

A Titan.

Not eating people.

Eating other Titans.

Why?

Mikasa landed beside us.

"That Titan..." Armin whispered.

"It saved my life," Mikasa muttered.

I tilted my head.

"Out gas," she muttered. "No move."

Armin's eyes widened.

He suddenly took off his gear.

Shoved it toward Mikasa.

"Take it," he said. "You have a chance. I don't."

He held a blade.

I grabbed it.

And threw it off the roof.

"Levi—what the hell?!" Armin gasped.

I shook my head.

"No die. Not go."

Armin stared.

Connie landed near us.

"Hey! What's happening?!" he panted. "Armin—where's your gear?!"

"We'll carry him," Mikasa said.

We all nodded.

Armin hesitated.

Then—

"Wait."

We looked at him.

"That Titan," he said. "We can use it."

I nodded.

"He right."

Mikasa agreed.

Connie frowned.

"You guys are crazy," he muttered.

⸻

We moved.

Flying through the air.

Gathering everyone left.

So many dead.

So many missing.

Mikasa turned to Jean.