Though Levi had always seen her wearing it, he'd never bothered to consider its import. Now, as he sat sipping the tea she'd brewed, he had little else to occupy his thoughts. He knew her parents had been murdered when she was young, so perhaps it was a keepsake of theirs. This was assuming the scarf had special significance; maybe she just liked it. People could grow attached to their effects for idle reasons. Levi wondered which tendency more suited her character, but soon decided that there was no telling.
After a moment, he traveled the room as she had, quietly patrolling the perimeter and listening into the walls. Despite what he'd told Mikasa, Levi was eager, if not impatient, to give the fortress a thorough search. If they managed to find anything, though, what were the chances it would simply deepen the mysteries that already plagued them? Given their recent pattern of discovery, it would be frustratingly fitting.
With the uneven pops and crackle of the fire as his only timepiece, the hours crept by. Levi stayed patient and wary. He made several trips around the room, and kept the fire well fueled in between. Eventually, he prepared more tea and helped himself to a few mouthfuls of hardtack. The wood began to dwindle, and Levi roused Mikasa when there were just a few good pieces left.
He stood, but didn't approach the bed. His voice cut across the room, sharp and whip-like.
"Ackerman."
There was no fresh, steaming drink waiting for her, but the packets were out and water was beginning to boil over the fire. She could help herself.
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Though Levi had always seen her wearing it, he'd never bothered to consider its import. Now, as he sat sipping the tea she'd brewed, he had little else to occupy his thoughts. He knew her parents had been murdered when she was young, so perhaps it was a keepsake of theirs. This was assuming the scarf had special significance; maybe she just liked it. People could grow attached to their effects for idle reasons. Levi wondered which tendency more suited her character, but soon decided that there was no telling.
After a moment, he traveled the room as she had, quietly patrolling the perimeter and listening into the walls. Despite what he'd told Mikasa, Levi was eager, if not impatient, to give the fortress a thorough search. If they managed to find anything, though, what were the chances it would simply deepen the mysteries that already plagued them? Given their recent pattern of discovery, it would be frustratingly fitting.
With the uneven pops and crackle of the fire as his only timepiece, the hours crept by. Levi stayed patient and wary. He made several trips around the room, and kept the fire well fueled in between. Eventually, he prepared more tea and helped himself to a few mouthfuls of hardtack. The wood began to dwindle, and Levi roused Mikasa when there were just a few good pieces left.
He stood, but didn't approach the bed. His voice cut across the room, sharp and whip-like.
"Ackerman."
There was no fresh, steaming drink waiting for her, but the packets were out and water was beginning to boil over the fire. She could help herself.