[ The video on Levi’s end drops away from his face for several moments; he does not wish her to see the look twisting it. Either way, it seems Mikasa will not be spared. It was a gamble, the gas station—and gambles have always been more Erwin’s specialty. A surge of hot fury suddenly courses through him, igniting his blood like wildfire. In the past, he has been able to redirect guilt and hatred toward the eradication of the Titans. Here, there’s only the careless, barking laughter of the wind. ]
Enough, [ he tells her, words shoved out between clenched teeth. ] Don’t work up a sweat.
[ Once the perspiration cools, she’ll… ]
You’ve done well. [ The praise comes unexpected even to him, but he doesn’t hesitate to continue. ] Tomorrow, you’re with me. Got it?
[ There’ll be a tomorrow for her. He’ll come for her. This won’t happen again. ]
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Enough, [ he tells her, words shoved out between clenched teeth. ] Don’t work up a sweat.
[ Once the perspiration cools, she’ll… ]
You’ve done well. [ The praise comes unexpected even to him, but he doesn’t hesitate to continue. ] Tomorrow, you’re with me. Got it?
[ There’ll be a tomorrow for her. He’ll come for her. This won’t happen again. ]