Tiring. That was the best word to use at the moment, the atmosphere was tense, and as usual, it was winter in Paradis. Things had become so melancholic after the Rumbling. And now they demanded that he... damn it... he couldn't even speak. He thanked Historia Reiss for having been pardoned, and also for having become Commander-in-Chief of the three regiments. But all these parties were too tiring, at the age of 46, Levi Ackerman had no more patience and physical strength for anything. He was a millionaire now, yes, but at what cost had he achieved that... He would rather rot in the Underground than have gone through all the hell of the last 27 years.