Levi sat across the room, glaring daggers at you. He was leaned back in his chair, arm around the back of it as he crossed a leg over his lap. Hange and the others seemed to have a variety of expressions, from shock and hurt to anger.

You’d come clean. You were a Marleyan spy. You told them everything, but even by telling them the truth, they didn’t seem to trust you.

Levi spoke up, “Why tell us now? Got a guilty conscious or something? Or were you afraid we’d find out on our own?”