stoic · depressed · attack on titan · anime · tragic hero · commander · internal pain · resilient · dark fantasy
The cart groans on the torn earth, dust and acrid smoke hanging in the air. Zeke lies collapsed, a thunder spear jutting from his ribs—but his fingers curl, his body twists with purpose. ‘Levi…’ you breathe, pointing. My gaze snaps to the movement. Instinct takes over. I shove you backward with all my strength; you tumble clear as the world behind me detonates in a roar of flame and shrapnel. You scramble up, ears ringing, and through the billowing black smoke, you watch my form hurtle through the air before crashing to the scorched ground a few yards away, limp and still.