❖ In the Grip of Fury… and in the Hand of Fate
Suddenly—
the Titan roared, a sound so deep it felt as if the earth itself groaned beneath it.
Chains rattled.
The ground trembled.
Even the air screamed.
The beast began to lose control.
Its eyes burned with primal fire, its massive body rebelling against every restraint.
And in a single, brutal moment, the line securing Sarah snapped—
leaving her suspended between snapping fury…
and the jaws of a Titan ready to crush everything in its path.
A deadly silence fell.
Eyes widened.
Hearts stalled.
One soldier whispered, as if death itself had etched the words into the walls:
"The experiment failed… she's dead."
But—
before the sentence could finish,
before breath could fully leave a chest,
before the ending could claim its shape—
another roar tore through the air.
This time, it was not the Titan.
It was Levi.
He appeared from nothing—
as if time itself had torn open to make way for him.
In a heartbeat, he struck.
One single blow—clean, precise, absolute—
a strike that carried the weight of centuries.
The Titan's massive hand fell—
severed, split apart, crashing down around Sarah's fragile form.
And there she was…
in his arms.
Her exhausted body leaned toward collapse,
but Levi was there—
holding her as if she were something that must never break.
Her eyes met his.
And in them, she saw what she had never seen before.
In his fury—tenderness.
In his silence—pain.
And in his words—
a broken love that dared not speak its name.
"You…" he said slowly, his breath ragged,
"…never think about the consequences of your actions, do you?"
The words were sharp as bullets—
but the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
Sarah remained in his arms a moment longer than necessary.
She didn't speak.
She didn't pull away.
As if, at last, she had found an answer she had been searching for
since the day she first set foot on this land.
The moment they reached the ground, Nikolo rushed toward them,
his hand reaching out as he gently—but firmly—pulled Sarah from Levi's grasp,
his touch laced with fear… and jealousy.
"You nearly killed yourself, Sarah!" he shouted,
though his heart shook beneath the anger.
"Didn't we ask you to leave this task to someone else?"
Then—
Sarah looked between the two men.
The one who saved her.
And the one who feared for her.
The one who carried a blade.
And the one who carried a heart.
In that instant, she understood.
Everything had changed.
What stood between the three of them was no longer merely a scientific mission—
but something else, something being born
under pressure, blood, and unspoken dread.
And she—
standing between them—
carried within her a promise she had not yet spoken aloud…
But even the sky itself seemed to be listening.
❖ At the Birth of a Miracle… and the Unveiling of Truth
The Titan began to collapse inward.
Its skin shrank, bones retreating to their human scale, steam dissolving into the air as if the world itself were slowly drawing the curse out of existence—gently, almost reverently.
With the final exhale of vapor, a human body fell to the ground.
Kasper.
Disoriented features. A chest heaving as though he had just awakened from a nightmare that had lasted years.
Sarah froze for a single second—
then light burst into her eyes.
Her voice rose, hoarse and trembling, yet alive in a way no one had felt for a very long time:
"We did it…
We actually did it!"
She leapt forward in joy—
but her legs betrayed her.
A sharp pain flared along her side, right where the Titan's grip had crushed her moments before.
She gasped. Faltered. Instinctively pressed her arm against her ribs, unaware she was doing it.
No one noticed.
The commanders were focused on Kasper.
The cheers drowned out everything else.
Even Nicolo, smiling with unmistakable pride, failed to see the brief tremor ripple through her shoulder.
But one person did.
One pair of eyes followed that instant as if it were a battlefield of its own.
Levi.
He didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Didn't step closer.
But he saw everything.
He saw the way Sarah bit down on her lip to keep the pain from betraying her.
He saw how she couldn't fully celebrate—because she was barely standing.
His eyebrow lifted, just slightly.
A glance so brief it might have gone unnoticed—
yet more honest than all the applause surrounding them.
He took a step forward without realizing it.
One small step. Almost invisible.
Then he stopped.
As though his heart had moved before his mind—
and his mind recoiled, ashamed of the silent confession.
Sarah, meanwhile—
when she lifted her eyes after that pulse of pain, she met his gaze.
He said nothing.
But he was there.
And somehow, that was enough to flood her heart with a warmth stranger—and deeper—than victory itself.
While everyone else looked at Kasper…
Levi was looking only at her.
She didn't know why the air suddenly felt heavier around her,
as if something real—something her heart had avoided for far too long—was drawing closer with quiet, stubborn certainty.
She had saved a life.
And she herself had been saved.
But what truly revealed itself in that moment—
was that there was one man who, no matter how carefully he wore his armor of restraint,
could not ignore her pain.
And Sarah?
She knew the difference now.
Between someone who stands beside you because duty demands it—
and someone who notices the tremble in your hand
in the very moment the world is celebrating.
Flashback (as Levi charges toward the forest):
As he rode his horse like a raging wind, Levi's eyes were fixed on the horizon—
but his heart was somewhere else.
With every heartbeat, her image returned… Sarah.
Her quiet laugh.
Her stubborn gaze.
And that day he saw her sitting on the castle wall, staring into the forest with a strange, distant silence.
He remembered how she toyed with the chain of her necklace, as if it carried the weight of everything she could not say.
And how she whispered—so softly she believed no one could hear her:
"If I fail… will anyone remember me?
And if I succeed… will he forgive me?"
She never knew he heard her.
And even now, he didn't know why those words clung to him—
as if they had been written for him alone.
"It doesn't matter if you're reckless…" he muttered, striking the reins to push the horse faster.
"But I won't let you fall.
Not anymore."
❖ When the Clamor Fades… Silence Reveals the Truth
After the chaos settled and Kasper was taken to the medical wing, whispers of victory filled the air.
It should have been a moment of celebration—
but Sarah's legs could no longer carry the weight of her body,
nor the weight of what she felt.
Sasha was the first to rush toward her, eyes shining with joy.
"Sarah!! You did it!"
She opened her arms to embrace her—
—but a strong, unyielding hand appeared from nowhere and caught her wrist mid-air.
Levi.
He said only one word, low but sharp as steel:
"Stop."
Sasha froze.
Mikasa halted.
Everyone turned toward him in confusion.
Then he added, with the same cold tone that concealed something boiling underneath:
"She's injured."
Before Sarah could respond—
before she could even understand—
her body suddenly betrayed her.
Her balance gave way.
She collapsed to her knees, the pain she had been suppressing exploding the moment fear finally allowed it to surface.
No one reached her before he did.
He knelt beside her in a heartbeat, without hesitation, as if the ground itself would vanish if he didn't.
His hand steadied her shoulder—firm, certain, carrying a tenderness he had never once admitted aloud.
"Don't move."
Then he lifted her into his arms with a gentleness that contradicted the storm burning in his eyes.
It wasn't an embrace.
It was retrieval.
As if she were something the world had almost stolen from him—and he had taken back.
Sasha whispered, shaken:
"We didn't see it… we didn't realize she—"
His footsteps cut her off as he carried Sarah away, his voice edged like a blade:
"I did."
❖ The Royal Infirmary
He laid her on the medical bed with astonishing care for a man known for combat.
The doctor examined her quickly, then said:
"A bruised rib. A strong impact. She'll be in pain for days—but she's fine."
Everyone exhaled in relief.
Everyone except one man—
who hadn't breathed since the moment she fell.
Nikolo, standing by the door, stepped forward.
His voice tried to sound steady, but fear and jealousy bled through:
"How… how did you know she was injured? No one noticed."
Levi turned to him slowly.
A short glance—cold, restrained—yet carrying a fire only love ever knows.
His eyes made the question itself feel like an offense.
Then he spoke the sentence that shattered the answer,
dropped Nikolo's heart,
and sent a tremor through Sarah's chest:
"There are people who don't need to scream for you to know they're in pain."
He paused, his gaze never leaving Sarah.
"You just… see them."
He said nothing more.
He didn't need to.
Nikolo lowered his eyes.
And Sarah—
felt the entire world collapse into that moment.
That sentence.
That look.
Between them lay a dense silence—
one that revealed what had never been spoken:
• He wasn't merely watching her.
• He was feeling her.
As if her pain passed straight through his own ribs.
And Sarah understood—
This man had never loved with words.
He loved with the sharpness that protected you before you fell.
He loved with eyes that saw what no one else did.
And for a fleeting moment—
the pain in her rib felt lighter
than the ache caused by a truth like this:
A love that never names itself…
yet burns even in the way he looks at you.
❖ Between Leaving and Staying
One by one, they left the infirmary.
The last to go—
was him.
Levi paused at the doorway, just for a second, as if hesitating.
He wasn't looking at her directly, but his silence carried more than words ever could.
Suddenly, Sarah reached out.
She caught the edge of his sleeve—
the kind of grasp only someone who knows exactly what it means to fear that a person might not return can make.
He stopped.
He didn't turn immediately, but his eyes shifted to her hand, to the slender fingers clinging to the fabric of his jacket—as if holding on to the world itself.
Nikolo saw it from the hallway, from the corner of his eye.
He didn't miss the moment.
Levi showed no reaction.
He stood still—then stepped outside without comment.
The silence was heavier than any confession.
Then Levi turned back at last.
His gaze was caught somewhere between shadow and light.
"Thank you… Captain," Sarah said softly.
"You saved me."
He didn't answer right away.
He took a small breath—almost an intentional sigh of annoyance—then replied in his usual flat tone:
"Saved you? Don't exaggerate. You were heavier than the Titan mouse."
She laughed.
A real laugh—
one that hadn't touched her voice in a long time.
A laugh born from the heart, neither polite nor forced.
"I haven't laughed like that in two months."
Then she looked at him for a long moment, smiling with sincerity laced with longing.
"I missed you.
And your sharp tongue.
The capital was terribly boring without you."
The words were simple—
but they pierced deep.
That last sentence in particular
entered his chest like a soft blade.
Levi's heart slammed violently against his ribs—
a force he hadn't felt in years.
As if every drop of blood in his body rushed at once to his chest, pounding on doors long sealed.
He froze.
He said nothing.
And for the first time since she had known him—
he couldn't find a single sarcastic remark.
He only looked at her.
A long look, filled with disbelief, a hint of fear,
and everything that resembled a silent confession.
Then he turned—
and left.
His steps were fast,
as if he were fleeing—from himself, from her, from everything.
But her hand remained extended in the air for a moment longer,
as though still holding the trace of him.
And in her chest—
her heart refused to calm.
The Corridor of Secrets and Side Glances
The moment Levi closed Sarah's door behind him, a familiar voice drifted through the hallway.
"Leeeeviii… finished playing the role of the silent hero yet?"
He turned slowly, his usual scowl firmly in place, to find Hange standing there—hands tucked behind her back, swaying lightly in a way that felt entirely out of place in the sterile corridors of the infirmary.
"I was watching from afar," she said with a grin.
"Quite the scene. A little romantic… though painfully silent, as expected."
Levi exhaled, rolling his eyes with deliberate indifference.
"Is there really nothing in this place that can keep you busy—besides me?"
Hange laughed softly and stepped closer.
"My dear friend… I just mean I haven't seen you stand that close to anyone in a very long time. And Sarah?"
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming.
"Well, she seems to stir something in you—no matter how fiercely you deny it with that permanently grumpy face."
He raised an eyebrow coldly.
"The only thing that moved was her bruised ribs. And her unnecessary weight on my shoulders."
"Oh? Shoulders? Not your heart?" Hange teased, nudging him lightly with her elbow.
Levi snorted.
"Don't you have a report to write? Or something explosive to obsess over?"
"Ooooh, running away from the topic as usual."
She leaned in closer and whispered,
"But if you ask me… Sarah would be stupid not to choose Nikolo. Handsome, gentle, polite, carries her like a princess, writes reports with her… honestly, a perfect deal."
Levi's expression darkened instantly—as if a thorn had lodged itself deep in his chest.
"Nikolo?" he scoffed.
"I've seen rats with more stability today."
Hange burst out laughing.
"Ha! G—g—jealousy?!"
"Interpret it however you like," Levi snapped. "Just get out of my way."
"Oh, I have no intention of doing that," she said cheerfully.
"This is far too entertaining."
Levi strode down the corridor, tossing a sharp remark over his shoulder:
"And next time you skip a meeting, I'll have Nikolo present in your place—since you seem so fond of him."
Hange laughed loudly, calling after him:
"You're jealous! I swear I'm writing this down in my records!"
Levi didn't turn back.
His steps were steady.
Controlled.
But his heart?
It trembled—
just as it had the moment he heard her say:
"I missed you."
بالطبع 🌒
هذه ترجمة روائية كاملة، دقيقة، ومشحونة عاطفيًا للنص الذي أرسلته، مع الحفاظ على كل التفاصيل والعمق والشخصيات دون اختصار:
The Palace Meeting — Morning After the Transformation
While Sarah lay resting in the infirmary, suspended between fading pain and shallow sleep, the palace welcomed its first threads of dawn as light slipped quietly through the tall windows.
In the grand hall, everyone had gathered:
Queen Historia.
Commanders Pixis, Nile, and Zackly.
The core members of the Scout Regiment.
Nikolo.
And Captain Levi—seated at the far end of the table in his habitual silence, his eyes scanning every speaker with sharp vigilance.
Armin opened the meeting, eyes fixed on the reports spread across the table.
"The experiment has proven a complete success… both transformation and reversal occurred with precision, and so far, no visible side effects have appeared on the subject."
He lifted his gaze thoughtfully.
"However, the man who returned is still in a coma. We haven't even been able to identify his name. The analysis indicates he remained a Titan for more than ten years."
Eren inhaled deeply, staring down at the table.
"Ten years of isolation… of silence…"
His voice carried weight, as though he were glimpsing his own future in the unknown man.
"Who was he? And what led him to such a fate?"
Historia spoke next, her tone steady and resolute.
"We must send news of this success to Zeke. He promised us a chance—and this experiment is the key to that chance."
Nile murmured gravely,
"If Zeke's plan succeeds as he claims, we may no longer need further wars… but we're still walking along the edge."
Nikolo lifted his head, eyes red from exhaustion and sleepless nights.
"Sarah is the reason this succeeded. Had she not insisted—had she not endured that pressure—we would never have reached this point."
He paused, as if awakening something long forgotten in them all.
"She did this for everyone… and for her sister."
A brief silence settled over the room.
Armin continued, his voice sincere:
"We owe her. Sarah fulfilled her promise to us. Now it's our turn to fulfill ours to her."
He hesitated, then added:
"We must bring Layla back. She's still being held hostage in Marley. We need to prove that loyalty is not repaid with abandonment."
Pixis raised an eyebrow and turned toward Levi, who had yet to speak.
"And you, Captain?"
Levi stared at a single point on the table before answering without lifting his eyes.
"Anyone who offers their life for a hope that doesn't belong to them alone… deserves to be fought for."
Few words—yet the room fell silent.
Historia concluded firmly:
"We will begin planning Layla's rescue immediately. We don't know what awaits us… but we know exactly who Sarah is."
The Palace Infirmary — A Weary Morning Light
Morning drifted into the infirmary like a silk veil when Sarah slowly opened her eyes. A faint ringing hummed in her ears, as though her heart had awakened moments before she had.
Her lashes fluttered.
The first thing she saw was Sasha's face, chin resting on the edge of the bed, lost in light sleep. Beside her, Connie leaned back in a chair, his quiet snoring breaking the silence like a child's whisper.
Sarah smiled gently.
The door opened softly. A physician entered, holding a small file.
"You're back with us, Miss Sarah," he said reassuringly.
"Just a bruised rib. You'll feel pain for a few days, but there's no fracture. I've prescribed antibiotics and some instructions. You may walk—but avoid sudden movements. And… don't play the hero again."
Sarah chuckled, but the motion sent a jolt of pain through her, forcing her to stifle a gasp.
Sasha and Connie startled awake instantly.
"Sarah! You're okay?!" Sasha cried, clutching her hand.
"Thank goodness," Connie sighed.
They helped her stand. With careful steps—but unmistakable resolve—Sarah left the infirmary.
At the corner of the corridor stood Levi.
His eyes narrowed when he saw her walking, her arm loosely supported, her steps unsteady.
"Has the doctor lost his mind?" he snapped, his tone cold—but the concern beneath it unmistakable.
Sasha waved her hands quickly.
"I swear we didn't force her! The doctor said she should walk a little—swear it on dinner!"
Levi shot her a glare, then looked back at Sarah.
He said nothing—only passed by her in silence. But his shoulder brushed hers lightly, grounding her.
She looked up at him and smiled faintly.
"I just… wanted to see him."
He turned, voice low and firm.
"Whatever it is you want—your health comes first."
Mikasa stepped closer, her tone gentle but unwavering.
"Sarah… you gave us hope. Don't lose yourself now."
Sarah exhaled, then replied with almost childlike insistence:
"I won't stay long. I promise… I just need to know."
Her eyes drifted down the corridor leading to the patient's room—the Titan returned from the past.
Not just as a scientist…
But as a human searching for an answer deeper than success itself:
Is this world worth saving?
The Patient's Room — An Answer Beneath the Ashes
Sarah's steps were slow but steady as she walked beside Levi through the corridor. He hadn't offered to accompany her—but he hadn't left her alone either.
At the door, Levi opened it without looking at her.
The air inside was heavy, thick with iron and old memories.
On the bed lay a man.
Early thirties.
Dirty blond hair tangled and matted.
Pale skin.
A face etched with years he should never have lived.
His body bore bruises. His arm twitched faintly—reflexes escaping a curse not fully released.
He was still unconscious.
But his face told everything.
Sarah whispered:
"How many years did he scream inside himself?"
She stepped closer.
"He was a Titan… and only now has he returned human. But I don't know if the soul returns as quickly as the body."
Levi stood behind her, hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on Kasper.
"He's tasted more of this world than anyone should. That kind of pain… can't be acted."
His voice was quiet—uncharacteristically so—as if reading invisible scars.
Sarah glanced at him briefly, then placed her hand on the bed.
"Welcome back… you whom life forgot."
The Shadowed Corridor — Two Men, One Truth
Levi exited Sarah's room silently and closed the door gently. He paused—only for a second.
Then footsteps approached.
Nikolo.
His eyes no longer held polite restraint—only suppressed fire.
"You left her alone for months, Captain," Nikolo said quietly but sharply.
"She bled. She broke. Something inside her shattered more than once—and you weren't there."
Levi didn't respond.
Nikolo stepped closer.
"The worst part? She waited. Despite everything—she waited. Your letter gave her two days of breath… then she suffocated again. Does that cold distance really suit you?"
Levi's chest rose slowly.
"I'm not a man of words," he said quietly.
"Nor constant presence. But I know who deserves my life."
Nikolo staggered back a step.
"She doesn't need someone who just pats her shoulder," Levi continued coldly.
"She needs someone who stands behind her when she collapses. If I were you, I wouldn't speak. I'd prove."
"I love her!" Nikolo snapped.
Levi met his gaze.
"And I don't know how to show love," he said flatly,
"but I know how to fight for it."
Silence crushed the corridor.
"And does she know?" Nikolo asked, pain breaking through.
"Have you told her?"
"No," Levi replied.
"And I will… if I still have time."
He turned and walked away—leaving Nikolo standing between the fire of confession and the shadow of a man who cannot love gently…
…but never loses when he does.
Questions for Readers
Who is Kasper—and why did he become a Titan all those years ago?
Have Levi's feelings for Sarah crossed the line between duty and love?
Is it finally time to end Connie's mother's curse—or will the price be higher than anyone expects?
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