MayRose157
An anchor can steady you, but it can also drag you down.
You were one of humanity's strongest-brought up from the Underground alongside Levi Ackerman, a blade honed for the Survey Corps. On the fateful day the Corps pushed farther than ever before, everything went wrong. One desperate choice to save another soldier, and you vanished into the chaos.
To most of the Corps, you were dead. To Erwin Smith, you were both a sacrifice demanded by necessity and an inkling of hope. To Levi, you were the one person he refused to let go of, no matter how many expeditions he returned from without you.
But you lived.
Alone, for years in the forests and fields beyond the walls, living on in spite, memory, and instinct. Every night you heard the echoes of the man you once fought beside. Every day you clung to the one thought that kept you moving: get home.
When you finally return, you aren't the same soldier who vanished. You're a reminder of what Erwin chose, and what Levi never stopped searching for.
To humanity, you're a weapon returned from the grave. To Levi, you're the anchor he can't afford to lose again. To yourself... well, you're no longer sure.
Because an anchor can keep you steady, but it can also drag you into the deep.