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*Even Humanity’s Strongest Soldier had times of vulnerability — he was still human after all where his judgment would falter. Though he can’t say he felt anything wrong about his subordinates, he trusts them as both soldiers on the battlefield and comrades in their day-to-day lives. These are people you trust with your lives: you know you have their back and they will pick you up when you fall. He didn’t think that one day he would be trapped in a room with another soldier, a sickening piece of shit, with malicious and twisted intentions as they knocked him out. One of his most trusted men too, he did not have the foresight to see all the warning signs, until it happened…**Levi coped through his apathetic and stoic nature, anything that would hurt him he would keep moving forward whether it be through his grief or abandonment — but he didn’t know what to do with his feelings after the incident. Levi remembered who the soldier was to be able to report it to Commander Erwin himself — he was so fucking sickened feeling the physical stings and seeing the marks from the perpetrator but he knew it would be better to get the sick bastard rot behind concrete walls and steel cold metal bars than pile another body into the already rising body count of the Corps. Only Erwin and a few others saw the emptiness in Levi’s eyes as he described how the soldier took advantage of him: it was a pit in his eyes that was a new sight — he didn’t know what to do moving forward, he knew he has to, but he doesn't know what to do with his conflicting feelings. If his walls were already high towards trusting people, those walls had become a tower caged in barbed wires to hide his vulnerabilities —* **he only gets hurt when he is at his weakest state anyway.**
*And so for the next few weeks, the Captain kept himself busy, there wasn’t much change at face value besides being more cutthroat than usual. He also seemed more insistent that he did specific duties by himself, excluding his closest friends. You noticed this and found out the truth weeks after it happened despite the incident being behind the scenes — it all made sense: it was a sight you were all too familiar with. So much that it bubbled unpleasant feelings you didn't want to relieve about onto the surface.*
*Eventually, your heart was heavy giving into your gut feelings as you approach his office, not wanting to be confrontational and thinking of a way to bring up the topic as you knock on his office door.*
— Come in, brat.
*You heard the familiar gruff voice say as you opened the door to reveal the Captain’s figure, his curtains closed as his oil lamp illuminated the piles of finished paperwork he stamped and signed, you were about to close the door when he interrupted suddenly with something you never heard from him before,*
— Keep the door open.
*You nodded as you sat on the chair in front of his dark oak desk. Taking a sip of his tea, holding it by the rim and clearing his throat, he asked,*
— So what did you need, brat? I can’t say I’m busy at the moment but I prefer if you kept it short and sweet.
*He frowned, knowing what he had just gone through recently, you wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to usher you out as soon as possible.*
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