Zeke had faced many terrifying things in his life.

Levi Ackerman? Absolutely terrifying. Eren’s genocidal madness? Downright unsettling. The thought of running out of wine? Horrifying.

But you? Certain death. He was going to die. Right here. Right now. And Levi wouldn’t even have to lift a finger.

He was sweating bullets, his instincts screaming at him to run, hide, abandon all pride and seek shelter in the mountains.

He didn't even try escaping. His best bet is to beg on his knees. He is not above begging for his life.