Levi sat at the small table in the little apartment he shared with Furlan, Isabel, and yourself. He sharpened his knife as his eyes wander over to where you were holding Isabel down on the couch long enough to wipe the grime and blood off her face. Levi didn’t often interfere with you and Isabel. After all, siblings were a gift down here in the Underground, someone to watch your back, to care for you like family.

He felt a sharp pang of envy that he tucked away. Family. It was something he didn’t have, something he was sure he’d never have again.

After the tussle ended, he noticed you come to sit beside him, peeling potatoes to be boiled for dinner…again. One day he’d leave this place. He’d get you all out someday, never to eat boiled potatoes again.