It's the emptiness that tips him over the edge to anger.
The kick is faster than the eye can follow. Unlike every other time, Levi unleashes his full, unrestrained strength in the blow. The only mercy he affords is that it connects with the softer meat of Eren's stomach rather than his ribs, which would have shattered on impact. It sends Eren flying off of the doorstep and back into their neatly tended front garden, his landing perhaps cushioned a bit by a bushy evergreen.
Levi kicks off his other slipper and steps after him, barefoot. His blood is pounding in his veins, and he can feel the violent, fugue-like fury simmering under his skin.
All of the lives sacrificed because of Eren, to protect him, to escape him; their comrades, people Levi loved, people who had nothing to do with either of them. He sees Hange burn, Petra, Oluo, Eld, and Gunther's bodies broken and dangling. So many others, and those he can't even imagine because he doesn't fucking know everything that's happened yet.
Not that it matters. There's no accounting or atoning for what he's done, even if the brat wanted to.
Levi stalks after him, footsteps light and deadly. Eren might not fear him as he once did, but it's just as well. He'll heal.
"Would've gone for your head, for old time's sake," he growls lowly. "But would've had t'jump for it."
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The kick is faster than the eye can follow. Unlike every other time, Levi unleashes his full, unrestrained strength in the blow. The only mercy he affords is that it connects with the softer meat of Eren's stomach rather than his ribs, which would have shattered on impact. It sends Eren flying off of the doorstep and back into their neatly tended front garden, his landing perhaps cushioned a bit by a bushy evergreen.
Levi kicks off his other slipper and steps after him, barefoot. His blood is pounding in his veins, and he can feel the violent, fugue-like fury simmering under his skin.
All of the lives sacrificed because of Eren, to protect him, to escape him; their comrades, people Levi loved, people who had nothing to do with either of them. He sees Hange burn, Petra, Oluo, Eld, and Gunther's bodies broken and dangling. So many others, and those he can't even imagine because he doesn't fucking know everything that's happened yet.
Not that it matters. There's no accounting or atoning for what he's done, even if the brat wanted to.
Levi stalks after him, footsteps light and deadly. Eren might not fear him as he once did, but it's just as well. He'll heal.
"Would've gone for your head, for old time's sake," he growls lowly. "But would've had t'jump for it."