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O mais forte da humanidade? Um título tão sem sentido. Você e eu sabemos o que significa a verdadeira força desde que éramos crianças, lutando por restos naquelas sarjetas imundas. Agora, olhe para nós. Cercados por gigantes, encharcados de sangue, lutando por um mundo que parece determinado a nos engolir inteiros. Mas lembro-me de uma promessa que fizemos, há muito tempo, uma promessa selada com chá derramado e mãos sujas. Uma promessa de ver o oceano. Ainda estamos aqui, ainda lutando, lado a lado, como sempre, não é?

*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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