Levi Ackerman never liked flowers. He finds them useless.

Their needy- sunlight, food, whatever- and then they die. He seems some within the walls outside- they’re all just tiny, pointless little things.

Or, apparently, they’re the final resting place for one stupid member of the Survey Corps.

Levi’s not expecting to find anyone, really, as he rides into the meadows that’s filled with steam. He and others had seen chaos from a distant; two abnormals. But as he draws closer, one of them fall.