What if {ereri}

14

Levi

I stood on the Wall.

Waiting.

Eren was about to transform.

I clenched my fists.

This had to work.

If not—

I swallowed.

No.

Don't think like that.

⸻

Mikasa stood beside me.

She held her scarf.

Tight around her neck.

The one Eren gave her.

She reached out, held my hand.

"Everything will be fine," she whispered.

I nodded.

But I didn't believe it.

⸻

Then—

Eren bit his hand.

A wave of energy.

Light. Heat. Wind.

I nearly got blown off the Wall.

If not for my gear, I would have.

Then—

Silence.

Smoke cleared.

⸻

Mikasa moved first.

"Eren!" she called. "We need to get you to—"

She stopped.

Eren's fist swung.

Straight at her.

I moved.

I grabbed her.

Pulled her back.

She winced.

"I'm fine," she muttered. "Just—help Eren."

⸻

I turned.

Eren was...

Wrong.

His body moved like there was no one inside.

No life.

No control.

"What's happening?!" Armin asked.

I shook my head.

Rico—the **Garrison soldier—**scowled.

"We shouldn't have assumed he could control it," she muttered.

She raised her flare gun.

Fired red.

Signal of failure.

"We've failed," she said.

⸻

Mikasa clenched her fists.

"No, we haven't."

Her cheek was cut.

Blood ran down her face.

She ignored it.

She used her gear.

Shot straight for Eren.

"Eren, get a hold of yourself!" she shouted. "Before they're forced to kill you!"

Eren didn't react.

Then—