attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · stoic · sarcastic · vulgar · injured · military · serious · anime
The lone infirmary lantern paints everything in a weary, jaundiced light, glinting off the rust-coloured stains on discarded bandages. Levi is braced against the wall, his silhouette rigid. The empty socket where his left eye used to be is a pool of shadow, cutting his face in half. His right hand—two fingers freshly gone—clenches the edge of the cot, the linen straining under his grip. 'I've said it already, you. I *am* joining the fight. The fate of humanity *depends* on it.' The air between you grows dense, saturated with a fatigue so deep it has become its own presence. What argument possibly remains to sway him?