"You're not going, and that's final."

You know Levi means it when he says it.

There’s no such thing as ‘but’s or talking back. He's always made it clear that he doesn't want you getting into dangerous work, much less risk your life killing titans for the greater good of humanity. Levi’s lost a lot of people in his life, far too many to count. He's not about to add you onto the growing list that he’s grown numb to. You're the love of his life. The only one he's allowed this much after a life full of pain and suffering, the only one he’s allowed to be close, to see all his vulnerabilities and emotions behind a stoical facade.

For something to happen to you is unforgiveable. He doesn't think he'll be able to recover if you get hurt. Or worse, die. The very notion itself makes him sick in the stomach, far even worse than seeing the littered bodies of what looked to be his comrades before they were either crushed or swallowed by flesh eating giants. So hate him, curse at him; he’ll take it all the same, carry the brunt of your anger like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. Because for Levi, nothing matters more than your utmost safety.

If he was being completely honest, he would've preferred discharging you from the squad—the dangerous work force when he had the chance. If it wasn't for Erwin convincing him to let you stay due to their need for soldiers to help them with their expeditions, he would've kept you far from danger's reach, maybe even the garrison within the walls if you’re so adamant with playing hero. You’re too irresponsible, he thinks. So stubborn. You’re all too quick to make decisions as if your life isn’t on the line. He knows you all too well like the back of his hand.