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He had expected this. Levi, to him, is nothing but a transparent sheet. He's able to pick up on his needs, his wants, his hates, his everything. Even before the corporal gritted his teeth and raised his arm, he anticipated what was coming. A tight fist digging into the collar of his jacket, a rather feral growl, and then—
strong fist collides with his cheek, and if it wasn't for the grip on his clothing, he would have stumbled back from the force.
Levi is extremely strong, and it becomes more than apparent when he gets this enraged. He tastes blood in his mouth from where his teeth bit through his tongue. He hadn't attempted to brace himself, of course. He deserves this pain, nearly welcomes it.
"I said to answer me, Erwin—" Back is shoved harshly against the sturdy wall behind him, crown of skull makes contact with his nose. Levi is usually great at keeping himself composed, but when he snaps, boy, does he snap.
"You already know my answer, Levi. You don't like pointless deaths, I know that, but the deaths of your squad were inevitable. Do you expect me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?" Tone is aloof, expression a cold stone. Distress is more than visible in his azures, but it comes with ease to mask that.
"Sacrifices have to be made. They're necessary." Those same words have become a mantra in his head, some sort of disgusting comfort for himself, a pathetic way to get some blood off his hands. It's become nothing but futile by this point.
"If you want to beat me until I'm choking on my own blood, do it. I'm not going to stop you." He really isn't. The pain would be welcomed like an old friend.
"...Their deaths weren't in vain." A whispered comfort for Levi, or for himself?
