There's probably a balance off kilter somewhere in the universe, for both Levi and Hange to deny that he's done anything worth forgiving. Erwin had used their talents and their dedication for his own gains, one that he didn't even see through to the end, and they had carried on the legacy he had instilled in them at the cost of Levi's body and Hange's life. If only he had better accounted for what their enemy could do, had figured out something else...

It's especially pointless to worry about now, but it doesn't stop the guilt. That is a weight he hadn't missed, being dead. The dead are free of their burdens, but also, apparently, of the depth of human emotion, lacking a true tether to life and the world.

So Erwin is grateful when Hange's mood brightens again - something he realizes he's sorely missed. He smiles gratefully, then laughs a little as he's dragged off, long legs keeping up easily as they walk arm in arm. They had never really done this sort of thing back home, but this place, Erwin has decided, is about shaking off all the restrictions he'd shackled himself with as commander.

"That all sounds incredible," he agrees - it's taken him all day just to get to this location, stopping and inspecting things along the way as he wandered through the city. There is so much to learn, and Erwin is glad he doesn't have to do it alone.

"Tell me about the food that comes from the sea." He imagines fish, but are there other things?