Levi's gaze followed the direction of her extended finger; in the torchlight, pale and red, her hand appeared almost to glow. So too did the wide eyes of the titan inside the cell. It was the most impossibly situated of them all. Either the bars had been built around it, or the thing had once been small enough to use the door. Neither idea seemed plausible.

Perhaps they'd seen enough. Despite her even voice, he could sense Mikasa's growing discomfort.

"You want to kill them?" he said. "Then do it. They're stuck down here, harmless basically, but they're titans. We could use them alive, but no one would complain. If you hate them that much, then go ahead."

He meant it. If she thought their options were limited to either kill or leave, then the choice was hers. They'd fought hard and had this discovery to show for it, and he knew Erwin's expectations were reasonable. Levi was neutral, and leaving the decision to Mikasa offered some potential insight on her temperament.