Levi never quite knew if it was Erwin being a martyr when he said shit like that or if the man truly believed those words. Honestly it was most likely the second one. Erwin was definitely one that meant what he said when he spoke for the good of humanity. But it pissed Levi off a little when he spoke of himself so casually, like it wouldn’t make a difference if he wasn’t there, wasn’t in charge. Even if his protection wasn’t a top priority to him, it was to Levi. He had always kept a close watch on the man especially on any sort of expedition. He was far too special not to watch. He rolled his eyes. Not old enough to die yet. As if they hadn’t watched tons of teens, younger than them die on the battle field. ”You’re older than everyone I know. You’re probably going to out live everyone. I’m pretty sure you’re in your late nineties.” He replied flatly.
Even with the light jokes, the atmosphere seemed to hang heavy, the quietness of the room was far too loud for its own good. Levis eyes widened a bit when the sound of wood scraping wood tore into the air. He hadn’t expected Erwin to get up, let alone walk over to him. He could see the man in his peripheral vision, drawing nearer. Those words were heavy, way too heavy for Levi. He hated even remotely coming close to talking about emotions, or feelings. He couldn’t afford to talk about stuff like that. It was weakness. It was admitting frailty. Erwins hand on his shoulder was almost like an anchor, stopping him from running away from this, even if everything in him was telling him to do so. “Don’t.” He looked back up to meet Erwins eyes. “Don’t turn this around on me. We’re talking about your safety, not my capability to have a thought.”
