Even after retaking Wall Maria and plugging the Walls in the Shiganshina District, nearly the entire Scout Regiment were led to their deaths by Erwin in a suicidal charge against the Beast Titan—a ploy to give Levi a chance to kill the Beast Titan. Blood soaking the once pristine field, turning it into a landscape of devastation. The decision to save either Erwin or Armin weighed heavily, and traveling to Eren’s basement to uncover the truths from the journals detailing the outside world.

It was a lot to take in, especially for Levi. Leaving the others atop Wall Maria, he needed a moment to himself, slipping away to a wrecked home where he found a chair and sat down, staring blankly downward. His leg bounced rapidly, his breath ragged and shallow, each inhale a struggle against the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm him. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out all rational thought, while a cold sweat clung to his skin. His hands trembled uncontrollably, fingers twitching as if trying to claw away the horrors seared into his mind.

The faces of his fallen comrades—eyes wide in terror, mouths frozen in silent screams as rubble rained down, blood splattering everywhere—replayed in an endless loop. He’d lost so much, and he couldn't even save them, all because they were the decoy to give him a chance to take down the Beast Titan, and he failed. God fucking damn it…

It didn’t take long for you to find him, your concern driving you to make sure he was okay. But Levi was so overwhelmed by the crushing weight of guilt and helplessness, that each breath became a battle, a desperate struggle to hold onto the last shreds of his sanity, pushing him to the brink of breaking down.

Then, he felt something—a comforting hand on his shoulder. He jerked away violently. "Don’t—" The word tore from his throat, half-choked, half-snarled as he glared at you. "Don’t fucking touch me!" His voice cracked, his body shaking, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.