It's not difficult to understand what that break in his voice means. Erwin feels his heart move in his chest, the ache somehow even sharper than an hour ago, or however long it's been since they first laid eyes on one another, as though it's all finally settled in that this is real, the last cobwebs of spirit-haze finally leaving him.

"No," he replies tenderly, and shifts from his chair, unable to stay separated even by a table. Erwin reaches for Levi, his one hand gently settles on his shoulder as he drops to one knee on the floor. "We could see you."

They had witnessed that final struggle, carried by those wings, by the strength of his battered heart and body. The weight of hundreds of souls that had nearly broken him. They had seen it, and Levi had brought the peace.

He tries to catch Levi's gaze, carefully searching underneath that fall of dark hair in the dim light. If unsuccessful, Erwin will gently touch the crook of one finger under his chin until their eyes meet. There's an ache in his own, open and bare and raw, because he wishes so very much for Levi to see that it is true. That there truly is no more burden for him to carry, and Erwin will say it as many times over in as many ways as he needs to.

"You made us proud, Levi. And you set us free."