Remonstrance
The crowd parted for him, people pushing hard against the wall to clear a space for Levi's determined path towards the commander's office. There was no mistaking the hard knit of his brows, the purpose in his step, the dark emanation that set everyone on edge.
The captain was enraged.
He pushed past the heavy wooden door without so much as an announcement, ignorant and uncaring of any company that Erwin might have. Not that it would have mattered; Levi would have cared little if there were an audience, and it would not have hindered the vehemence of his cause.
It was fortuitous that he found Erwin alone, with his paperwork as always, in the stifling silence and the caliginous solitude that marked the commander's office. Levi stalked up to the heavy wooden desk, his face a stoic mask but for the immutable crease of his brow, belying the paroxysm of vexation that coursed through his veins.
"So that gambit of yours was pretty fantastically unsuccessful," he announced, tonelessly. "I wondered why you wanted my squad flanking the rear guard. It seemed pretty fucking useless given those backward-ass tactics that you'd specifically asked us all to review. But when the stratagem changed and I saw all those bewildered faces, it was impossible to not understand, even for me."
The tightness in his throat was evident now. "You sent us there to die. You knew we'd be titan fodder. You anticipated it." He hurled the handful of blood-stained patches at the blond's chest. "I'm sorry I didn't succumb to your plan, but rest assured: my squad did."
