contradiction

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Allen never thought about this day.

The world and space warped when he was jerked out of Levi's ecstasy of finally waking up.He even saw a blurry picture, and a deep premonition floated in his heart.

——I can never go back, everything.

The dark and humid air, the same temperature and touch as the basement back then, exuded the breath of death everywhere. Allen struggled to lift his neck, which was fixed by the chain, and cast his blurred vision to the only window.

It seems that there are stars, because there is light.

He blinked, the congealed blood hung on his eyelashes, casting a deeper shadow on his face, the bruises on his face made his face look so terrifying, his godless golden eyes were constantly surrounded by despair in the dark night Erosion, until the last insensitivity.

Fortunately.

Allen thought, even thinking is a difficult thing to do now.He clenched his hands slightly, feeling a tingling pain, so he slowly turned his gaze over.Under the mixture of starlight and moonlight, bloodstains dimly illuminated one after another, knotting hideously on his slender fingers, spreading and spreading.He couldn't remember who did it, but it didn't matter, all humans hated giants.

He moved his lips.

All humans hate giants, so that's nothing.

He looked at the wall illuminated by the moonlight along the direction of his arm, the mottled shadows on it were softened by the light, and the cold blue soaked in the moonlight glowed on the gray wall, like a pair of gentle, gentle eyes.

—Ah, no more.

Allen thought, then closed his godless eyes.

Never again.

What he remembers is the indifferent gaze, not even willing to give him doubts and disgust, just blindly strange and vigilant.

He remembered the temperature remaining on the palms that pushed him away, the shallow lines on them and the calluses from long-term training, the marks he had drawn one by one with his fingers.The power of despair.

[In 852, in the last battle, humans defeated the giants. Levi Ban, as the vanguard, kicked off the victory of the war. Captain Levi Ackerman suffered head damage and lost part of his memory. After two months of treatment and observation, he was declared cured and awarded first-class merit. 】

The soft sunlight projected in through the glass of the hospital, shone on the white quilt, scattered into pieces, and fell into everyone's hearts.

"Little devil," the cold voice slipped out of his throat like the whisper of a devil, "what do you want?"

This was the first sentence the hero uttered after waking up. He pushed away the body of the young man who rushed over to hold him the moment he opened his eyes, and asked such a question, so natural, so natural.

Allen's heart skipped a beat at this second. It has been a long time since I heard this strange tone, at least since the captain agreed to his confession a year ago, it has never been there again. It is neither blunt nor indifferent .He put down his hand trembling slightly, an ominous premonition welled up in his heart, and he smiled.

"What's the matter? Captain." The boy tried to make his expression more natural, "Is there something uncomfortable? Senior Elder has gone to call Han Jisang, wait—"

"Who are you?" Levi tensed his arms, the strange breath raised his vigilance, the traces of blood vessels under the pale skin were slightly obvious, like a boy's body like white paper complexion.

"Hey...?" Allen squeezed out this voice from his throat, and the broken light sheet in the window pierced into the heart of the 17-year-old boy at an oblique angle, and the premonition that appeared a few seconds ago suddenly came true.

"Soldier... long?"

This is an indescribable connection that probably only belongs to lovers, so at that moment

Allen clearly felt that because of this inexplicable injury, they could never go back. He couldn't tell the reason, and his brain had completely refused to turn.

He felt something scratch out of his eyes, and the scalding heat made his cheeks ache.

— Pata

Stained water stains on the white and clean sheets, like paint that can't be wiped away.But it was only for a moment, and the fleeting tears only came and left a drop before being taken back by the owner of the body. Allen heard his own trembling voice coming from his lips in disbelief.

"Alan Yeager, graduated from the 104th class." He stood up straight and saluted a standard military salute, and hit his chest with the palm of his hand hard, causing a burst of pain, "It's yours..." The boy's pause lasted only For a second, "It's your subordinate."

Why?Who is talking?Allen moved his Adam's apple but didn't make a sound anymore, just maintaining the military salute, looking at Levi, there was a little inaudible accusation, a little apology after helplessness.

I'm sorry, Captain.

He said so to himself.

I am cowardly, not you.