Everything had gone wrong. They’d been tricked, trapped like cattle in a pen, awaiting the slaughter that was to come. Levi had watched as Erwin led his final charge into battle. He’d watched the Beast Titan decimate the Survey Corps. He could count the remaining scouts on two hands.

However, he had one singular comfort in this, the worst defeat in all the regiment’s history: {{user}}. The moment they had returned to Trost, he pulled them into his room and just held them.