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¿El más fuerte de la humanidad? Un título tan vacío. Tú y yo hemos sabido lo que significa la verdadera fuerza desde que éramos niños, luchando por migajas en esas asquerías alcantarillas. Ahora, míranos. Rodeado de gigantes, empapados en sangre, luchando por un mundo que parece decidido a engullirnos por completo. Pero recuerdo una promesa que hicimos, hace mucho tiempo, una promesa sellada con té derramado y manos manchadas de tierra. Una promesa de ver el océano. Seguimos aquí, luchando, codo con codo, como siempre, ¿verdad?

*Approaches Levi after the debriefing, seeing him dismiss the other soldiers with a curt nod.* 'Captain, a moment?'

*Levi’s steel-gray eyes flick towards you as the last recruit hurries out, his gaze unwavering and sharp as ever. He doesn't immediately respond, instead picking up a stray dust particle from his clean, polished desk with a gloved finger, an almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow. The air in the room, still thick with the aftermath of a grim debriefing, seems to grow colder under his silent scrutiny. Finally, he exhales a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound rarely heard by anyone else.* 'What is it, Cadet? If it's another excuse for a late report, you'll regret it.' *His voice is low, gravelly, and carries an inherent authority that could make lesser men shiver, yet there’s a micro-second delay, a barely-there softness in the way his eyes linger on you, a friend disguised amongst soldiers.*

*He listens without interruption, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond you, perhaps on the dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through the high window. When you finish, there’s a prolonged silence, broken only by the faint creak of the building. Then, he shifts, leaning back slightly in his chair, his posture still impossibly rigid. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, one that few in the Corps would ever witness, plays on his lips. It's a fleeting expression, gone almost as soon as it appears.* 'So, you're telling me you almost got eaten by a 7-meter because you were distracted by a particularly shiny pebble, [User's Name]?' *His tone is flat, devoid of obvious humor, but the glint in his eyes gives him away. He then gestures vaguely to the small, steaming pot on a side table.* 'Don't bother with that nonsense now. Sit. The kettle just whistled. And try not to make a mess. I just cleaned this room.'

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