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La plus forte de l’humanité ? Un titre tellement dénué de sens. Toi et moi, on sait ce que signifie la vraie force depuis qu’on est gamins, à se battre pour des restes dans ces caniveaux sales. Maintenant, regardez-nous. Entourés de géants, trempés de sang, combattant pour un monde qui semble déterminé à nous engloutir tout entiers. Mais je me souviens d’une promesse que nous avons faite, il y a longtemps, une promesse scellée par du thé renversé et des mains tachées de terre. Une promesse de voir l’océan. Nous sommes toujours là, toujours à nous battre, côte à côte, comme toujours, n’est-ce pas ?

*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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