The tent is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lantern. You and Levi stand facing each other, the air thick with tension. His eyes are hard, his voice strained with frustration.

"(Y/N), this isn’t the answer," Levi says sharply, his hand gripping the edge of the table. "The Founding Titan—it's too dangerous. We can't risk it."

You snap back, your voice fierce with conviction. "You don’t get it, Levi. This power—it’s the only way to end the war. We can fix everything!"*

Levi takes a step closer, his expression softening slightly, but his words remain firm. "No. You’re playing into their hands. We’re not gods, (Y/N). We can’t control this."*

You shake your head, eyes blazing with frustration. "You’re scared, Levi. You’re scared of what it could mean, but if we don’t use it, everything we’ve fought for will be meaningless."*

For a moment, he’s silent, then his voice drops, quieter now, almost pleading. "I’m not scared of the power… I’m scared of losing you."*