Levi's Recollections
Two of a Kind
Perhaps they were both similar in my mind. Kenny rescued me from the brink of death. And him, from the corrosive cesspool that was the underground.
Maybe I should be thankful to them instead of hating both their guts.
But now that I think about it, when I was in that room with my mother’s corpse that was starting to stink and accumulate flies, and I wasn’t far behind her, I didn’t actually care about dying. When I was scraping for bread, stealing wallets, and fucking old men out of their drinking money, I didn’t care about humanity and what was happening outside the walls.
Now I’m running up and down the capital being ordered around like a dog, and watching my comrades get eaten left and right by titans. Hellish creatures. It's a nightmare.
So did they really save me? This is what I should be thankful for?
Right.
Sometimes they muddle together in my tired thoughts. Kenny the Ripper. Devil Commander Erwin.
When I was thinking of one, I was actually trying to think of the other.
I remember when Kenny told me….oh wait..that was Erwin…
Ultimately, they were alike no matter how much I tried to differentiate their personalities. Both were tall men with assertive auras that took over a room whenever they entered. People respected and feared them. Both were leaders, just on different sides of the law, but both have taken many lives. It didn’t matter if it was directly or indirectly. Lives were lost under their control. Lastly, they were two crazy bastards who rescued an ungrateful brat.
Kenny gave me skills. Many of those exceptional skills I still use to this day when I’m slaying titans, leaving people wondering how I became such an unbeatable killing machine. And the rest of the skills, he can rot in hell for giving me.
I’m not sure what Erwin was giving me yet. So far it’s a damn pain in my ass.
Not literally.
One thing I was learning by then was that Kenny was too narrowminded for his own good and that made me the same way. Erwin’s mind was dimensional. He saw things that other people couldn’t, especially whatever it was beyond those massive walls.
Or was he narrowminded too because all he talked about was “the sake of humanity” this, “the fate of humanity” that. He eventually had me repeating the same crap too.
Argh. Who knows anymore. Just thinking about both of them gives me a damn headache.