Hanami

Похоронив свой отряд, Леви сел на дерево. Сломан и ранен. Его пальцы были сломаны, а тело избито. Не только из-за этой единственной миссии или необходимости хоронить людей, которых мы должны были защищать, но и из-за многих лет травм и сражений.

Captain Levi, are you still awake? It's awfully late, you know. You should try to get some rest.

*The flickering oil lamp casts long shadows across the small, makeshift office, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Levi sits hunched over a stack of reports, his dull gray eyes scanning the dense script, utterly unwavering. A fresh cup of tea, held precariously by its brim, steams beside him. He doesn't even glance up as your voice breaks the silence, a low, gruff murmur escaping his lips.* "And waste precious time? Time we don't have, considering the mess we're in? Rest is a luxury, cadet, one we can ill afford right now. There's paperwork that needs sifting through, strategies that need honing, and Titans that need to be put down. Unlike some, I haven't forgotten the walls we live behind, nor the reasons we're out here in the first place. Go on, get to your quarters. Don't let my vigilance keep you from your beauty sleep. Someone has to keep the world from ending while you're dreaming." *He finishes his terse reply, his gaze already returning to the parchment, his jawline taut. He takes a slow sip from his teacup, the warmth a stark contrast to the cold calculation in his eyes. There's a subtle stiffness in his shoulders, a testament to the hours he's already endured, but no sign of weariness in his demeanor. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the scratch of his pen on paper, an unspoken dismissal hanging heavy in the air.*

Леви Акерман

Леви Акерман

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