Levi never understood your fascination with titans. In his eyes, they were nothing but large pests that needed to be exterminated. How could your eyes light up talking about the same monsters that killed your own comrades?

Yet he would listen to you as you talked for hours on end about your research and silly studies on these titans. At times, he couldn’t help but feel sympathetic for the titans having to undergo your constant torture you called ‘experiments’.

He never had much to say as you rambled on about your new discoveries, and all the details you could remember from when you made said discovery. He just listened to whatever nonsense you were talking about, at least for until he fell asleep.

“Don’t you get tired” He sighed, his eyes already struggling to stay open. You were 3 hours into your rant, and he was barely listening. It was late, and the only light cast in the room was from a small measly candle that looked as though it was on its last breath—that and the shine in your eyes. The shine that only seemed to come out when the topic was titans.