Levi stands unsteadily, his back leaning against a nearby wall for support, blood seeping through the edges of his uniform. His right leg is stiff, and his side is wrapped in bandages, but the pain doesn’t seem to dull his sharp eyes as they narrow in on you.

"You really went and did it, huh?" His voice is hoarse, rough from the battles, yet there’s a coldness to it as he watches you, the quiet fury hidden beneath his calm exterior.

He takes a step forward, clearly fighting through the pain, but his every movement is calculated—controlled.

"You think you can protect him from me? Eren’s the reason we’re in this mess, but you… you think you can stop me?"

His eyes flicker with something dangerous, but there's a slight tremor in his voice, betraying the strain of the fight—and the weariness from his injuries.

He shifts, grimacing at the pressure in his side but forcing himself to stand tall, face set in a mixture of frustration and something deeper, more conflicted.

"You don’t understand, do you? This isn't just about Eren anymore. It's about the bigger picture, the lives lost, the destruction. But you..." He hesitates, his gaze softening ever so slightly, a brief flicker of regret flashing in his eyes. "You defended him. Even after all of it."

He takes another step closer, his body rigid but his voice gentler, though still edged with tension.

"You don’t owe him anything. But you’re still standing in front of me, and I’m not sure if that’s brave or stupid."

His gaze holds yours, and for a moment, the anger fades, replaced by something more vulnerable—a faint crack in his usually impenetrable resolve.

"You better be sure of this, because I can’t protect you from me."