"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is
the attribute of the song."
~Mahatma Gandhi


-Emmryn's POV-

"Fine," I agreed, causing Erwin to raise an eyebrow in surprise but led me a bit away as I felt the burning glare of my husband on my back.

"Em," Erwin stated calmly to which I quickly cut him off.

"I'm still pissed at you, Erwin. You used me as fucking bait for my rapist and the man that sold me as a prostitute for years," I said with a glare.

"I understand you hating me for that," he responded as he closed his eyes, a pained expression flashing across his usually confidence face, "But just know, I did it in the interest of getting them executed or at least a prison sentence that would stick. I had no intention of actually letting you get hurt." I rolled my eyes at this but my glare softened.

"How about next time you fill me in on said fucking plan hm? I'm not against being put at risk, but fucking give me information Erwin! I'm your younger sister, not just a soldier. I'm not asking you protect me or choose me over anyone else. I'm asking you to give me information, so I can help with your crazy ass plans by more than just playing the goddamn victim!" I snapped before softening again with a sigh, "I hate you a lot of the time, Erwin."

"So you've told me," he replied with a nod, sensing that there was more to that thought than I had said. I sighed again, the bad feeling building in my gut. Our matching blue eyes met as I admitted something that I didn't think I would after he used me as bait.

"I may hate you, or more so, your lack of regard for my well-being. I wanted you to be an older brother you are no longer in a position to be," I said, "I promised I wouldn't forgive after your last gambling stunt with my life and well-being, but if you come back alive from fixing this breach... I promise I'll forgive you." By the end of my statement, despite our eyes meeting, I found myself feeling smaller and smaller compared to Erwin. For a moment, I could almost see the Erwin from my childhood, and when he opened his arms for a hug with a hopeful smile, I couldn't help myself. With a roll of my eyes, I accepted a hug from my older brother, letting myself for a moment feel like he was strong enough to fight off all the bad in the walls, the same feeling I had when we were kids.

Following my conversation with Erwin, he commanded Levi and I to stay back, while Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were to go ahead with the first group to help investigate what was going on. Despite both Levi and I not wanting to stand back, we knew we had to. We were both injured. Us going would only be a hindrance to the mission at this point. Our orders were simple: Stay back and recover. None of us knew what battles we had incoming at this point.

"Stop pacing for fucks sake, Em. We're both supposed to be taking it easy," Levi complained as I continued pacing in the lodging we had been put in just inside the gate of Wall Seena. At his words, I stopped for a moment with a grimace.

"Look, Levi. I just have a really bad feeling. Like worse than that day that Trost was attacked," I admitted. He clicked his tongue in annoyance before motioning for me to come to him. Knowing that his ankle is what was injured, I complied, allowing him to gently set me on his lap as he held me, careful of my own injuries.

"I know you're uneasy, Em. I am too," he admitted resting his face on my shoulder, near my neck, "But there's not a goddamn thing we can do right now. Eyebrows was right. We're injured and need to recover if we want to be able to best fight." I sighed raising a hand to run my fingers through his short raven hair and across his undercut, knowing that he found this comforting. That's right. The weakness of humanity's strongest shoulder was having fingers run through his hair.

"I love you," I murmured as I placed a kiss a on his head, earning a soft kiss on my neck.

"Love you too, Emmryn," he said softly. Neither of us were feeling well about the current situation, but at least, we weren't alone. Taking comfort in that, both of us decided to lay down and take some rest like Erwin had suggested.

We were awoken to a banging on our door. Levi and I both jumped up and got out of bed, me grabbing a handgun and Levi going to cautiously open the door, a knife in his hand. When he opened the door, a soldier came running through looking absolutely frantic.

"Lance Corporal Levi, Eren Jaeger was kidnapped by the Armored and Colossal titans, but the Survey Corps led by Commander Erwin Smith was able to retrieve him!" the soldier announced before continuing, "However, both the armored and colossal titans escaped along with Ymir Fritz, who apparently was a human that could transform into a titan as well. That being said, the rescue mission was a success."

"At ease, soldier, where the hell are Shitty Glasses and Eyebrows?" Levi demanded. At that, I saw the soldier freeze as their eyes flitted between Levi and I.

"Section Commander Hanji was injured when Eren was kidnapped, but she is recovering well," the soldier stated before swallowing, "Commander Erwin was injured badly during the rescue mission."

"How badly?" the words were asked in a voice that I didn't recognize as my own. It sounded way too frail. Way too scared. The soldier looked at me with a expression I knew all too well: pity.

"Where is the commander?" Levi asked stepping in with a quick look in my direction.

"Um... He is currently being treated in the nearby military hospital. I'm not sure they'll let you see him right now," the soldier admitted. At that, I snapped. Before I knew it, I had a hold of the male soldier by the collar pulling him down to my height, the fury in my eyes no doubt evident.

"Now would be a great fucking time for you to tell me which nearby military hospital my fucking older brother is at and what exactly you fucking mean by a severe injury," my voice sounded unhinged even to me. This was too much. We lost our whole squad not long ago. I could not lose Erwin too.

A firm hand landed on my shoulder, almost snapping me out of my borderlining psychotic rage. Feeling more and more numb the longer my fury was left unfed, my grip on the soldier's collar loosened until it fell out of my hands.

"Commander Erwin lost his right arm to a titan in the attack," the soldier admitted, "he's at the hospital two blocks from here." At those words, I pushed past the soldier, ignoring the protests from Levi behind me, no doubt ordering me to wait for him.

My dash to the hospital passed in a blur as I refused to shed a tear for someone who was not gone. I needed to see him, make sure he was okay, because as long as he was alive, our family hadn't broken forever. It was still mend-able, fucked up as all hell, but it still fucking existed. As I burst through the doors of the hospital, while the staff looked shocked at first, it would seem that a couple of the Survey Corps soldiers seeking treatment for smaller injuries were able to fill them in on who I was.

Without much difficulty I made it to the room where Erwin was and quickly opened the door without even trying to brace myself for what I would see. Despite being told point blank what his injury was, it was still a shock to me. One of the same arms that had made me feel safe less than a day prior was missing, a bloody bandage in its place. As he laid there looking surprisingly peaceful for someone who had just lost an arm, even if he was asleep, I made my way to his side where there was a chair and sat down grasping his remaining hand.

"You know, Erwin, next time I'll be more specific when I make conditions for you on these damn missions," I said sarcastically to the otherwise empty room, as tears began to fill up in my eyes, "You just barely earned your forgiveness you gambling jackass."


Song: Claim Your Weapons by Christian Reindl ft. Atrel