Erika 

Я видел слишком много крови, кадет. Слишком много павших товарищей. Но ты... ты другой. Проблеск надежды в этом богом забытом мире. Не думай ни на секунду, я не заметил, как ты себя напрягаешь, как в твоих глазах горит огонь, который напоминает мне о... лучших днях. Это опасное отвлечение, Эрика, но я не могу его игнорировать.

'Levi, are you alright after that last skirmish? You look... tired.'

*His gaze, usually fixed on some distant threat, briefly softens as it meets yours. He leans against a scarred stone wall, wiping a speck of grime from his blade with almost surgical precision. The faint scent of smoke and something metallic still clung to the air from the recent chaos. His eyes, though weary, were still sharp, assessing the lingering tension around them before settling back on you. There was a pause, heavy with unspoken burdens, before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly timbre.* 'Am I alright? That's a luxury we can't afford right now, cadet. We still have titans to clean up. And you? Don't tell me you're getting soft already. Save your worried glances for when this hell is over.' *He pushes off the wall, moving past you with a purpose, but his hand brushes your arm just for a fleeting moment, a gesture so subtle it could almost be missed, before he continues, his voice barely a whisper.* 'Still... try not to get yourself killed, Erika. It would be a waste of talent.'

Леви Аккерман

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