contradiction

?09-fraud [fraud]

Filled with an old and indifferent atmosphere, the medical office after the war has almost become a decoration. There are no more wounded, no more bloody smell and death.The souls of the dead have long been rescued by the living, and those left behind are just some forgotten, empty shadows, still wandering around, searching, rotting, and blindly losing, until the day when even the soul is turned into ashes.

However, the high frequency of losing consciousness again one day made the doctor panic, but the results of subsequent examinations remained unchanged. ——He is still an amnesiac, he doesn't remember anything, the only thing left in his body is scars and suffocation, the tingling pain that stops in his head is no longer gentle, and it persists persistently, but he chooses Keep silent, regard this pain as redemption, this is the last life-saving straw, preventing him from falling into the abyss, allowing him to soak his whole body in the dirty swamp but not completely despair.

He couldn't say anything to the doctor, and before his brain functioned, he spit out sentences that his body didn't feel anything. He didn't think about why, he just remembered that farce, watching his own pain as an indifferent audience , I don’t know the reason and I don’t know how to end it, but in the end, there is pleasure, a sneer of revenge, cheering for the fall of the enemy.But the so-called enemy was just struggling feebly, curled up as small and humble as an ant, calling out a name as if asking for help.He desperately suppressed the desire to laugh wildly, letting the joy rush everywhere in his body.

It seems that there is no happier thing than this.

Just revenge, he told himself.

Levi stared at the white quilt on his body, he was sitting on the bed against the wall, the sunlight came in through the tree planted outside the window, and formed pieces of shadows falling on his hands, on his body, his thoughts seemed to stop , but it is running soaringly, allowing memories to pass through, disappear, and appear quickly.He couldn't capture any information from it, and he didn't even know who he was. Those fragments frantically wanted to reorganize but couldn't, they collided anxiously, joined together, and broke into smaller powders.All of this is out of his control, as if there is another self living in it, now desperately wanting to come out but being stopped and pushed back.

That existence was screaming crazily, the fight yesterday was just a foreshadowing, his world had already collapsed, darkness crept in from the gap to swallow up his existence forever, and he was struggling so fiercely that he almost snatched it from his hand. Back to dominance.He could hear intermittent roars, calling the boy's name, apologizing as if he was going to nail someone's heart.

sorry Sorry sorry.

——But these are not his feelings, this grief has not been transmitted to him at all, he just feels numb and empty, his soul is split in two, his soul is disorganized, he feels like a walking dead who escaped from hell Similarly, his world has no origin and no end, and he keeps walking forward, waiting for the judgment to come, and waiting for the god of death to bring him back again.He was in a blank space with nothing, people, air, laughter, crying, emotions.All the strength in his body was exhausted, but his body was still walking, he was exhausted but he couldn't stop, something was inducing him, walking over, walking over, it was there.

- There is everything you want there.

A lair of light and heat, a spider's thread hung down by the Almighty.

Levi looked up and saw that the movement of the sun had caused a beam of light to pass through the branches and hit the ground under the bed, just across in front of him.He looked at the floating dust in that beam of light, and slowly raised his hand on it to block it. The skin became almost transparent under the light. He turned to look at his palm, and found the lines on it and the long-term sharpening of the knife. The cocoons that come out are so strange.

The light returns as soon as the arm is lowered, and Levi squints at the door, alerting himself.

The next second the door was opened, there was no creaking sound, it was almost silent, which made him stunned for a moment, the shadow of the dilapidated door in the basement flashed by, and there was a vague smile on it, It was so close that he only caught a golden light, he leaned forward, subconsciously thinking about chasing it, but was shocked to find that it was just an illusory and damaged picture sent by a nerve.

He looked at the person who was wearing the military uniform of the Survey Corps like him, with the Wings of Freedom inlaid on his arm.

"Erwin." He whispered, and found that his thoughts didn't know when to return to their original position, and those struggles seemed to be just a dream, just his own imagination.

The blond-haired man gave him a just-right smile, neither too familiar nor too intimate, and then replied, "I haven't seen Levi for a long time, you seem to have lost a lot of weight." He paused before continuing, "Looks lifeless."

"What are you talking about," Levi retorted with a look of innocence, "I've always been like this."

After hearing this, Erwin didn't speak any more, a smile appeared on his face again, he unknowingly regained the atmosphere among friends, and perfectly concealed the worry in his eyes. He sat on a chair not far from the bed, and couldn't sleep. Looking at the traces, this man who bears the title of strongest has lost a little weight compared to that time, but that sharp murderous aura has not dissipated at all because of the end of the war. Everyone who sees it feels pain.

"I just heard that you came back yesterday. I went to find you and found that I was sent here," he said jokingly. "Is the strongest human being also old?"

Levi turned his head again, and found that the beam of light disappeared unknowingly. He digested the silence in the room, and then continued to speak after a while.

"I just came back to watch the execution of a subordinate."

Just came back to watch a minion's execution.

He glanced at his own shadow printed on the window from the corner of his eye, not knowing who he was speaking to.