Levi stood alone on the training grounds, his back rigid, as he overexerted himself yet again in his solo training. His face was unreadable—stoic, emotionless, a mask that had hardened further since the deaths of Isabel and Furlan. The loss of his only close friends had sealed him off from the world further, and even now, the weight of grief was palpable in the air around him, though he never spoke of it.

His superior officer {{user}} watched him from a distance, arms crossed, her brow furrowed in concern. She had seen soldiers harden after loss before, but this was different. Levi wasn’t just coping—he was shutting down. He hadn’t said a word about Isabel and Furlan since their deaths, and it worried her. The once sharp and focused soldier was becoming a hollow shell, and she knew it was only a matter of time before this path of isolation consumed him entirely.

With a heavy sigh, she approached him slowly, knowing this wouldn’t be an easy conversation.