Summary: Isekaied into the world of AOT, Callista has to navigate the rights and wrongs of knowing what’s going to happen, choosing whether or not to interfere.
Warnings: I literally don’t know what to put for warnings but I’m sorry, forgive me 😭
A/n: contemplating turning this into a story but this scene has been heavy on my mind, let me know what you think. Maybe I can give more context another time.
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Callista stared at the baby in her arms, her heart pounding in her tiny chest. She knew. She KNEW. This thing- no, this boy would bring this world to its knees. In not even two decades he would cause the worst catastrophe of any world and she held him in her arms. She was entrusted with him. Her breath hitched in her throat as she stared down at the baby with dark hair and green eyes.
Why was she cursed with the knowledge of this? Why did she have to bear the burden of the world on her shoulders? She wondered if this is how he felt when he found out the truth, if he had the same weight on his shoulders, the same rock in his throat.
She.. She could drop him. She could put a pillow over his face and save 80% of this world’s population. Could she handle that? Having the death of a baby on her hands, despite his future?
Callista shook her head, her chest aching. She knew it didn’t matter. People she loved, people she hadn’t even met yet were in danger. She didn’t have a choice.
She moved her arm from underneath him, stabilizing his small body in her other arm as she brought her hand up. It only had to be for a few seconds, she thought to herself, her hand shaking as it reached his face.
Eren’s eyes moved, gazing up at her face as his tiny hand gently grabbed onto one of her fingers. His grip was small yet tight and his little mouth opened, the sound of his giggle filling the room.
Callista’s eyes burned, tears swelling up as she looked down at him. Her body trembled as she held him and he held onto her. “Hi,” she whispered, rocking him gently as her resolve faltered.
She couldn’t do it. Not when he was looking at her so sweetly.
“We’ll find another way,” she promised him, a small smile on her face as she pulled him closer to her.
