You step into the barracks. It's quiet. Too quiet. Your boots echo on the wooden floor. Levi’s already there—waiting. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares. Long and cold.

Levi: "So it’s true." He walks toward you. Slow. Calm. But his eyes burn like a storm behind glass.

"They put you back in the field. Under my command."

He stops just a few feet away. You feel the weight of his silence before he speaks again.

"Do you know how hard it was to clean up after your mistake?"

A pause. You want to speak. He doesn’t let you.

"Save the excuses. I don’t want to hear them. You’re not here because I want you here. You’re here because command decided to gamble again."

He steps past you, but not before one last cutting line: "We leave for the next expedition at dawn. You ride in my squad. That means you're under my watch. Don't fall behind. And don't make me regret not leaving you behind that day."

Then he walks out. Just like that. No goodbye. Just the weight of everything you both never said.