[It's been a long time since anyone has snarled at Erwin like that. In fact, only one person has ever snarled at him that way, and it was so long ago it seems almost like a dream. He'd never forgotten where Levi came from, or what he was capable of, but he's gotten so used to Levi's softer side--his vulgar sense of humor, his brusque manner that means he cares, his tendency to look after anyone who spent any amount of time around him--that the almost feral reaction takes him by surprise. Erwin rocks back on his heels, out of reach, and he almost retreats before he hears his name, and recognizes the voice saying it.]
Levi?
[Oh gods, it's Levi, and Erwin almost left him, he almost went past this cage and left him behind. Erwin drops to his knees next to Levi, and for the first time in a very, very long time, he's not sure what to do in a moment of crisis. His hand flutters over Levi's torn body, not landing anywhere for fear of hurting him, and then Erwin does what seems like the only thing he can do: he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief, and starts dabbing at Levi's face with infinite gentleness, trying to wipe some of the grime away.]
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[It's been a long time since anyone has snarled at Erwin like that. In fact, only one person has ever snarled at him that way, and it was so long ago it seems almost like a dream. He'd never forgotten where Levi came from, or what he was capable of, but he's gotten so used to Levi's softer side--his vulgar sense of humor, his brusque manner that means he cares, his tendency to look after anyone who spent any amount of time around him--that the almost feral reaction takes him by surprise. Erwin rocks back on his heels, out of reach, and he almost retreats before he hears his name, and recognizes the voice saying it.]
Levi?
[Oh gods, it's Levi, and Erwin almost left him, he almost went past this cage and left him behind. Erwin drops to his knees next to Levi, and for the first time in a very, very long time, he's not sure what to do in a moment of crisis. His hand flutters over Levi's torn body, not landing anywhere for fear of hurting him, and then Erwin does what seems like the only thing he can do: he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief, and starts dabbing at Levi's face with infinite gentleness, trying to wipe some of the grime away.]
My gods, what did they do to you?