That hand on his, the direct contact seems to shake him from the threatening spiral of his thoughts. This is how they've always been for one another, pillars of mutual support leaning in together. When one begins to slip, the other is there, digging in against the earth, keeping them both upright.

Erwin looks at him then. The shuddering in his heart latches onto that determination in Levi's eyes and seems to still a little, but it doesn't entirely chase away the guilt that he feels. While Levi thinks of one conversation, Erwin is reminded of another, the last memories he has of just the two of them. Just like then, it feels as though he's taking the decision out of his hands, giving him permission to follow his true desire.

Except that it still feels selfish. No, he doesn't owe anybody anything, but it's difficult to shake the thought that if there's something he could be doing, he should do it. The guild leaders would benefit from his skills, wouldn't they? Could the conflict end sooner if Erwin were to lend his capabilities to their efforts? Would it make this home peaceful, faster?

Is it his responsibility?

His gaze slides to their hands, pressing into the dirt around something precious, delicate. His chest tightens.

"I..."