My whole body goes rigid and I almost stop breathing. "Y- you were born a Creator?" I utter.

"Yesterday, you fucking declared that I choose you. Some of your reasons were right, but the main reason I chose you is that you remind me so much of the human who changed my life,"

Somewhere along the way, Levi had moved his arm away from his face and rolled on to his back. The emotions in his eyes are far too many to name or even count.

"You have to understand, the way I was raised, the first two hundred years of my life were not fucking wonderful. We were told that this planet belongs to us: that it is our birth right and that we need only fucking claim it from the humans. We were brainwashed, we were trained to be killers- no, I was trained to be a fucking killer,"

Levi turned his head, staring at the ceiling with his mouth drawn in a pained grimace. He brought his free hand up and rests it over mine where it lay against his chest.

"I hate to admit it but I did my job too fucking well. Whole armies died at my hand, I was praised as a hero. Hell, I sat down to supper with the great Colossus himself,"

I feel his whole body tense over, as if remembering hurt. I can feel his heart beating fast, his feathers bristling and rage rolling off of him in waves. "If only I had killed him then,"

"Hey, it's okay. Just calm down,"

"Eren, don't you fucking understand? It's not okay, it will never be fucking okay,"

"Levi, you're hurting my hand,"

He looks down at our hands and notices his knuckles turning white. He instantly let's go and pulls his hand away. "Sorry," he mumbles.

"Don't do that,"

He glances at me quizzically.

"Don't let go,"

I feel the blush spreading over my cheeks to the tip of my ears and I hide my face against his chest. I feel him lift my hand and lace his fingers with mine before resting it against his chest again.

"So how did a human change your life?"

"Oh, yes, that,"

He looks up at the roof again, trying to find his place in his story.

"I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought humans didn't deserve to be here and I fought for that cause. Until I was defeated in battle. A human soldier, a general of sorts, had gone toe to toe with me for the better part of the day and just when I thought I had an advantage over him, he would surprise me. He was taller than me, maybe even taller than you, and he was built like a warrior. I thought nothing of him until he managed to get behind me and broke my wing. We were sustaining too many losses, the humans were stronger than we anticipated and we were going to be defeated. So they took off, without me. That was our rule, cut our losses and leave; I had left men and woman behind before too. But I would never have imagined that it hurt so much to be abandoned by them, by my own fucking family. I watched as they flew way, not even looking back at me. When I couldn't see them anymore, I knew I was truly alone. Alone with the humans. I was bleeding badly from my stomach. The warrior I had fought had swung his blade and it connected with my hip to my first rib. It was not very deep, but it bled profusely. A spear pierced my unbroken wing and the humans were going to rain their wrath upon me, I was going to pay for all the blood I spilt,"

I watch and listen in silence as his speech patterns change, as though reverting back to his two hundred year old self.

"But instead of trying to kill me, the warrior defended me. He said that there would be no justice if I died before I paid for my sins. He said that I should be patched up and left to suffer for as long as I live. He also said that they should hand me over to the Protectors so that they can ensure my punishment. A few of the others grumbled angrily, but they nodded. I later realised that they have a great deal of respect for this man,"

I draw slow circles over the back of his hand with my thumb and he gives my hand a light squeeze.

"He nursed my wounds himself, keeping them from being infected, and we travelled by horse and carriage. It was excruciatingly slow, infuriatingly so. At first I didn't say anything, I would just scowl. They had tied me up, strapped my wings to my back. Partly so that my broken wing could set and partly because they didn't want me to smack anyone with my wing. They also tied my legs together, so that I couldn't kick. My hands were tied behind my back, but for my own comfort they tied me to a bench inside the carriage. We camped away from everyone else because he knew some soldiers would try to kill me in my sleep anyway. After about two months of travel, I broke. I realised that no one was looking for me, or coming to get me. I felt so alone, pathetic even. One night I must have been crying in my sleep because I woke up to the warrior holding me, my face pressed against his chest as he slept. It soon became a nightly occurrence. Until I couldn't fall sleep without someone next to me,"

I realise that must be why he let me sleep on his wings again last night.

"Soon he told me his name, Matthew. He later untied my legs and let me walk around, though never unsupervised. He then untied my arms from my back and just tied them in front of me. We would walk around for ages, he would tell me of his village and his wife. He would talk about his farmer friends and the things that used to cheer him up as a child. My wing had healed well during our travels, but Matthew would never untie my wings. And I never asked him to, because I didn't want to destroy our bond. He was the first person, angel and human alike, to talk to me not only as an equal, but as a friend. The night before we were to reach the Protector tower though, some soldiers planned a revolt. I heard them coming, they were going to kill Matthew if he got in their way. And he would, he did. They dragged us from our bed, out into the moonlight. Matthew fought bravely as they raised the sword that would remove my head from my shoulders. Matthew broke free and leapt before the blade, but not before I could leap in front of him and take the blade to my shoulder. It cut down right to the bone,"

"You saved him,"

"I would have died for him. Erwin thought so too, because he had been on petrol that night. He had heard that the humans had captured a Creator, and he was coming to check on me. Later on, both Matthew and Erwin vouched for me before the council and in return, I told them everything I could. I even helped plan an attack, though I couldn't help execute it,"

"And that is when you met Isabel, Annie and Farlen?"

"Yes,"

"And then they were taken from you,"

"Yes,"

He chokes a little and I see tears forming in his eyes. I sit up slowly, lean over him and place a kiss on the corner of his eye. I chuckle as he blushes a brilliant red. "C'm here, stupid brat,"

His arm wraps around my waist and he hugs me to his side, "Lie here, shitty brat," he states gruffly. I rest my head against his shoulder and nuzzle at his collar bone. I like being this close to him.