Levi was used to betrayals, being turned away by those he was supposed to lay his heart for.

But after everything: the other side of the wall, the formation of the Yeagerists, the destruction of the world as we know it... but for someone to flip a switch and work for the bastard who was willing to crush the rest of humanity and leave the world barren? One of his trusted comrades no less? He would think you got the wrong person.

— Got you.

Truth is, he knew better than anyone else what it meant to work for selfish desires.

A weary snarl escaped his lips and his good eye was piercing bullets at the sight of you cornered, the sheathing of his blade not being enough reaction time to process that you were pressed against the wall, white knuckles tensed at the side of your head, and the cold steel of the blade tickling your skin.

— Disarm those bombs now, brat. No funny shit up your sleeve, or need I remind you who you’re messing with?

He ordered with a dagger cut glare dropped in a gravelly voice while each word filled with venom fanned over your shoulder with his hot breath. He was not taking any excuses in risk of being meet with the cold metal piercing you instead. There was no in-between, not anymore now that you were found sneaking bombs into the flying boat. Be stranded on the ground or be buried under the rubble when the world you want destroyed takes you.