Introduction
Mikasa stood in front of Eren's grave, crying. She didn't have anything to say. She cried freely. Eren, the last of her family, was dead.
Rivaille stood behind her, watching with an expressionless face. Of course, behind that mask, he was feeling sadness for her. He could only understand how she felt. For he had also experienced loss of family.
"Why… Eren? You're my only reason to live! Without you… I don't have anything to live for!" Mikasa sobbed.
Rivaille turned around, ready to leave her to herself.
Hearing him, she turned. "Wait! Don't go!"
Rivaille stopped in his tracks, wondering what to do. No, he had to act like his usual reasonable and stoic self. He had to be emotionless, and decide what to do thinking about humanity's fate.
Then he shook his head. He didn't have to think like that anymore. He didn't have to act like that anymore. Humanity's long war was over.
The titans had lost.
They were all gone. All gone.
He turned around, expression softening, as he opened his mouth to say something when Mikasa launched herself at him.
His body stiffened, with her clinging onto him, sobbing into his shoulder.
He relaxed, and slowly, gradually, put his arms around her.
This was the start of a new beginning.
The titans were dead. Humanity had won, thanks to all of the sacrifices.
All that was left… was love.