Levi Ackerman
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the gravity of his injuries were worse than he thought, the idea of being crippled was the last thing on his mind, Alas, he was. Atleast Hange was there for him
the sun gleamed upon his scarred arm which shook as he held the tea cup against the window, he sat on a wheelchair looking at the forest, clearly annoyed. His mangled leg throbbed and he wished to die. Like always.
"I don't want to meet Armin." levi told hange in a low voice.
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