The campfire crackled softly in the quiet of the forest. Flames danced across Levi’s tired features, shadows casting under his sunken eyes. He sat still, the weight of years pressing on his shoulders. Opposite him, Zeke remained relaxed, legs crossed, the very image of someone who’d grown used to being hated.

Levi’s voice broke the silence, low and bitter. "The name is Ragako. The village you wiped out. Keep that in mind, beardface."

Zeke’s expression didn’t change, but his voice carried a note of detachment. "Yes... I really didn’t want to do that. But if I had shown hesitation, my true goal, rehabilitating Eldia, would’ve been exposed. Then there would’ve been no hope left for this island. I already explained that when we arrived. Why do you keep asking me?"

Levi’s gaze locked onto Zeke. His eyes were void of warmth, just steel and sorrow. "Because I see no remorse in you. No guilt. I don’t know if you actually care about saving Eldia... but I know you don’t care about lives. That much is clear."

Zeke looked back at him, unbothered. "Ah, no one likes you anyway. Don’t pretend you understand how others feel."

Levi’s jaw clenched. He looked away, as if the flickering fire was easier to face than the man in front of him. "I know very well how people feel. And there were people who liked me."

Zeke chuckled faintly, his words coated in venom. "Oh, is that so?"

The wind picked up, rustling through the trees. But the tension between the two didn’t budge. The fire kept burning, just like the fury inside Levi.