"Eren." Mikasa tapped her first lightly against her 'brother's room door lightly, waiting silently for a response. Just over an hour ago, they had gotten into a pretty vicious fight, with terrible words of hatred and anger coming from both sides. It was petty and meant nothing, but she felt at fault, she wanted to apologize.

After a few minutes of nothing, she knocked once more. No answer. With a heavy sigh, she moved her hand to grip the door handle, murmuring "I'm coming in." She pushed open the door, eyes wandering around the room.

There were no words in any dictionary to explain what she felt when she saw what was propped against the corner of the room.

At first she took in pint after pint of blood splattered against that one corner. Blood wasn't foreign to her, she saw it often enough. She saw the goriest of deaths out on the battlefield, though none of which beat this. Not when it was Eren.

Next, the glint of the long blade jammed straight through the chest of her brother, holding him against the wooden wall. Then the next one, shoved just underneath the first. It made her sick. It made her want to vomit. This was no accident.

After that, she noticed each stab wound, each slash across his clothed body. It was barely even clothed anymore. It was as if all of his blood had gone, there was just so much. It wasn't anything that he could regenerate. There were stab wounds through his neck, arm, abdomen - he was dead, and he was staying that way.

"Eren.." She managed to splutter out, her knees almost bucking underneath her as she dashed forward. Her moves were automatic, nothing she could control. Her mind was focusing on one thing.

Eren was dead. Eren was dead for good. Eren was staying dead. It's all your fault, Mikasa. You couldn't protect him. You're worthless.

When she had snapped back to reality, her awful nightmare come true, she realized she had yanked each blade out and had pulled her lifeless sibling into her arms, cradling him close to her arms.

"EREN!" She yelped, choking on her own sobs. She held his head close to her chest, not even caring on how wet his hair was now. Her own tears soaked his beautiful, soft hair to the bone, and it didn't matter. He couldn't complain about her doting anymore. He couldn't smack her hand away. He couldn't glare at her, nor smile, nor laugh, nor live. He couldn't defeat the titans.

Would she do it in his place? Yes, she would. Because even if a titan hadn't killed him, the titans were at fault. If they hadn't took over and destroyed everyone she loved, everything would have been okay. Eren would be alive, her mother would, Eren's mother would be alive, her father would..

Damn it.

And whoever killed Eren? She'd find out. And she'd kill them too. It would be slow, painful. She'd wipe their mere existence. She'd kill their family, too. Right in front of their eyes. That's if they had family - either way, she'd make them suffer. Suffer how she was suffering. How she would continue to suffer.

Everyone would eventually leave her like this, and there was nothing she could do.

There were rushes of footsteps approaching, but she tuned them out. All she could do was gently pull Eren away from her chest to peek at his face. His once flawless face. He was always beautiful, handsome, stunning.. His eyes were here favorite. They were always full of emotion, full of hope for the future. Anger towards the titans.

Now they were lifeless, rolled to the back of his head.

He was dead.

And Mikasa felt her world crumble around her once more, as she lost her sole reasoning for living.

Eren's death hurt her the most.