Levi wasn't one to believe in superstitions and the like. All his life he had seen people cling to their beliefs in hope it would save them from the suffering of this world. It never did, they bled and died just like the others. But that doesn't stop others from asking him.
"Hey L?" Petra calls out in the dead of night. Levi rolls over to face her.
"What?"
"Can't sleep," She propped her head up on her arms.
"You're gonna need it tomorrow."
"I just can't calm my brain down," Petra ignored his last remark. "Do you believe in soulmates?"
"No," Levi was trying to shut the conversation down, but Petra wouldn't have it.
"It's a pretty thought. Someone who no matter when or where will always find you." She rolled back on her back and stared at the ceiling above. "A person you'll always love regardless of the situation."
"It is pretty, but like you said it's just a thought." He grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Go to sleep, we got a big expedition tomorrow."
"Alright," Petra sighed before returning a squeeze. "Night, L."
"Night, Petra."
A man stands over an empty grave. Placing a bouquet of flowers down in front of it, he studies the eight letters.
"Petra Ral," He whispers it like a prayer. Memories of their last night float through his mind.
"I hope you were right, I won't say goodbye, but see you later. Let's meet again."