"You know what?! I don't want you to be my sister! Why can't you just leave?!"

Stop...

"I'm not a baby! I don't want you treating me like one!"

...why can't...

"I should have left you with those men! Maybe then you could spare me from your annoying cries!"

…I...

"I don't need you in my life! I'm not your family! Your family's dead!"

...shut the hell up?

My anger was completely gone. All I felt was weight lifted off my shoulders.

Everyone, and everything was silent. Her mouth was gaping, her lips more pale than they should be. Her black bangs flowing in the wind. Her tears ran down her cheeks, her face became a ghostly white. Jean, Armin, and the others watched.

I felt like a dick.

She began to whimper softly, and closed her eyes, tying to hold back tears, obviously failing.

She turned, her hook launching onto a far away roof, her gas on its maximum mode.

She sobbed as she flew, her face becoming puffy.

She looked beautiful, majestic, even while crying. I never felt so attracted to her, why so suddenly?

The titans in the area were all dead, as Annie slashed the last two in the distance.

Armin ran towards me, the sound of the gas it took to get to me advancing in loudness as he approached me.

"Eren, what happened?"

"I-i'm so sorry Mikasa! Come back!"

"Eren!" (Armin)

"Mikasa!" (Eren)

"Armin!" (Annie)

Armin turned at the sound of his name. Annie was jumping onto his roof, just as Eren blasted off of it, trying to reach Mikasa.

"Leave Eren. He needs to fix that on his own. He's always been a jerk to her, but now he went much too far." she said emotionless.

Armin looked once more, his friend fanatically looking for his sister.

He sighed, nodding following Annie and the others as they whispered in hushed tones.

"Mikasa?! Please! I need to speak to you!" he called out. He had lost her.

Her listened carefully for a sound. Nothing.

"MIKASA!" he yelled his heart racing in fear of something happening.

He knew that the only reason she kept fighting was because...

...because they are family...

"MIKASA! PLEASE ANSWER ME!" he yelled from the top of his voice, his voice echoing.

He listened again.

This time he heard a hiss of gas. His eyes sparkled.

"Mikasa?" he whispered to himself.

Then he heard it fade slowly, and then a loud crash.

"MIKASA!" he yelled.

He made a turn around a shabby home, and found a body sprawled on the ground. Her beautiful black hair on her back, her white skin... It was her.

"Mikasa!" he said for the last time, landing safely on the ground next to her body, kneeling.

He grabbed her arms, pulling her up into a sitting position, her spectacular eyes closed peacefully, her pale mouth slightly parted.

She looked weak.

Her arms were filled with bruises, her face had a deep gash on her cheeks.

Her eyes were puffy from crying, tears still rolling down her cheeks. Her breath was short, and she looked too damaged to be able to walk.

Her eyes opened, slowly. She looked at me once blankly, and then immediately opened them wide. She screamed at the sight of me.

"E-EREN! LEAVE ME ALONE!" she said, looking like her tears were coming again, but she was dried out, and looked like she was going to pass out of dehydration.

"Mikasa liste-"

"I said, leave! Me! ALONE!" she said, trying to get up, but was limp, and was too weak compared to me as I grabbed her wrist. For once.

"Ple-"

"I HATE YO-"

I hugged her.