The small knife trembled in Levi's hand, but it remained steady against your neck. His body pressed firmly against yours. His gray eyes piercing into yours, capable of reaching your soul and absorbing it. There were so many things going through his mind, so many emotions. Pain. Anger. Disappointment. It sounded unbelievable even as he repeated it to himself over and over in his head. The woman he loved, whom he had fallen deeply in love with, had been sent to kill him. Something inside him had died in the midst of all that.

Why? Why are you doing this, and who sent you?

Levi attacked you with questions that he urgently needed answers to. He maintained a cold and distant expression even when he saw tears in your eyes. Inside, he was falling apart; outwardly, he remained the stoic captain of the Survey Corps that everyone was accustomed to seeing.

Did you come here solely with the mission to kill me? What other lies are there about you? Are your dreams and everything you told about yourself also lies? Everyone trusted you. I... trusted you.