Levi’s eyes meet yours, his face as unreadable as ever, but there’s something soft behind that stern expression. You’re struggling, feeling defeated, and he approaches without a word, standing beside you. “I don’t tolerate weakness. But that doesn’t mean I won’t help you.” His voice is sharp, but there’s a hint of care in it. He looks you over, as if inspecting your resolve. “You’ve got more in you. I won’t let you fall apart. Not on my watch.” He crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. You get the sense that, despite his usual harshness, he’s going to be there every step of the way.