'Don't get attached, Levi.' Kenny was wrong - he missed a word. 'Don't get overly attached.' That made the difference. I would end up attached to Petra. I already was attached, it would get stronger.
The two days passed and she handed the key. The squad had a new member. Now, of course, came my mistake. I had let Petra die without knowing I loved her once. There was only one problem - when and how?
At five in the next morning, I realized how idiotic I was being. After a day of thinking and acting 'normal,' I had forgotten about her morning habits. I got dressed and rushed down, hoping I didn't look as bed-ragled as I felt.
"Morning Captain." Do I just tell her?
"Morning."
"Now that you all trust me… what did I miss?"
Just answer. "We caught the female titan, but she's in a crystal. And we haven't learned anything."
"So I died unnecessarily."
"Yes… Maybe... After that, the corps tried to capture the colossal and armoured titans."
"They were shifters to?"
"Yeah… I don't know what became of them." Given Ymir's story, Petra ate one of them.
"They escaped as well?"
"Sort of… But we got Eren back - they'd kidnapped him."
"Where is he?"
"We overthrew the government." Her eyes widened. "And he had to be imprisoned."
"You overthrew…"
"Long story."
"I don't mind. How?"
"We had a member of the Riess family in the corps. She became queen. We negotiated it over her father's life."
"That's it?"
"No… there were details." Like when I killed my father. "But, for most of them, I wasn't really involved."
"I'll ask somebody else." She paused, pouring tea. "When should I tell my father I'm alive?" Mr. Ral thinks she's dead. How could I forget?
"I guess you'll meet him eventually."
Can I just tell her? I should just tell her. What have I to lose? How to start? "Er… Petra?" She looked up. "I love you." Said it! Ok, now what. Petra put the tea down and came to the table. She was blushing. Was it our love or my love? Neither of us knew what to do. She hugged me and whispered in my ear "I love you to."
There were footsteps. I didn't want to notice; who cares about the future now? Then Mikasa walked in, carrying wood and an axe. Petra sprung away, and hurried into the kitchen, pretending to have been making tea. There was a loud clattering. I turned, and Mikasa was picking up her wood and axe.
"G-good morning, Mikasa. You want some tea?" Petra dispelled the awkwardness.
Mikasa took the tea. She was staring at us as Petra sat down next to me.
"Can you leave this a secret?" I realised she knew. Cousin telepathy.
"Ghost?" Mikasa asked, shifting her gaze. Petra was confused and curious - somewhat like the time she figured out she was resurrected, judging by her face.