The barracks echoed silence for a week. You strolled deserted halls, sharing meals with no one but yourself and a handful of generals. Today, they shall return.

It all stemmed from his decree. No missions for you, a decree that all Captains seemed to embrace obediently at Levi's command.

No friends, but he contemplates her, more an acquaintance he shields from the battlefield's perils. Out of pity, or so he tells himself.