The final battle.
It is brutal and vicious, and Eren fights harder than he ever has before, even as his side becomes steadily soaked with blood and crimson runs down his face like tears. Berthold is the first to fall, the Colossal titan dissolving to nothing with Levi's blades steaming with his blood and they can feel Reiner's scream of anguish tremble through the ground, wretched agony in his voice as he fights harder, harder in the place of his lost friend.
In the end, Reiner is killed by Mikasa's furious blades, sharp and quick as they tear through the nape of the armored titan's neck, ripping through years and years of friendship and trust and memories spent together as new trainees. Strangely, he does not feel anything remorse, just feels hollowness eat away at him until it can't take up anymore space.
-everything is dark.
Eren blinks dazedly, once, twice, tastes blood fresh on his lips and feels the hot, pungent wind of the steaming carcass of his titan form seeping through his skin, searing tiny flames as it burns yet all he sees is darkness. His hearing is muted, buzzing and crackling as though it is malfunctioning, and he strains for a sign of someone nearby. He faintly hears the sound of a cacophony through the harsh buzzing in his ears.
"-Shit, there's too much blood-"
"Someone, cut him out of the bonds, they're too thick-"
"Eren-!"
"Shut the fuck up, all of you," growls a voice, startling clear in its rough timber, and Eren closes his eyes as he revels in its sound. Or are they still open? He cannot tell. "Eren, can you hear me?"
"Corporal," he whispers, so faintly he's can't even hear himself.
"Eren," the Corporal says again with a hint of relief, but there is an underlying tension of fear in it as well. "Eren, you've lost too much blood, we need to get you to help, Eren-"
His tongue feels clumsy in his mouth, too heavy, and he struggles around the words that form in his mouth. "Corporal," he manages, and feels Levi briefly pause to listen.
He knows what kind of expression Levi is wearing right now, although he cannot see it-a face twisted with pain, eyes swimming with misery and forehead scrunched with determination, but Eren can already feel it, that it is too late. It will be in vain.
He blindly reaches out to touch Levi, an act that feels like struggling to move through sludge, lethargic, listless. A steady hand immediately grips his own, cool against his feverish skin, sweeping a thumb against his skin in such a heartbreakingly gentle gesture that Eren can feel tears pricking at the edge of his unseeing eyes.
"I'm so tired," he says finally, and the hand clutches on even tighter.
"I know, I am too," Levi says, "but you can't sleep. Don't fall asleep on me yet, Eren, okay? Just- hold on for a bit, you'll be okay, and then you can sleep, so just-"
As Levi rambles on, uncharacteristically panicky of himself, Eren can feel the blistering warmth in his skin dull away to nothing, the touch of the small hand against his numbing away until he can't tell what's what or whose hand is whose anymore. Hears the rough edge of Levi's voice get swallowed up by the buzzing in his ear, until even that goes static and drops into blistering silence.
Everything is dark. Blackness, he quietly thinks, all sensations gone from everywhere in his limbs, is awfully lonely. He aches to see Levi, wishes he could see him, hear him, feel him- but all he can do is close his eyes and wait for the darkness to consume him.
sorry for the very bad crappy writing. i dont even know what this is about
and its like 2 am and i am very out of shape and very lacking in sleep so dont judge k