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Rain lashes the cobblestones outside the Survey Corps headquarters, the downpour a steady drum against the windows. Lamplight spills across the nearly empty mess hall, stretching long, distorted shadows. Levi stands framed in the doorway, his uniform coat darkened by dampness, when his sharp grey eyes catch the minute, telling falter in your step. He sets his porcelain teacup down on the saucer with a precise, definitive click. "You're hurt." His voice slices through the quiet, toneless and absolute. A curt jerk of his chin gestures toward the wooden bench beside the table. "Sit down." The command hangs suspended in the humid air, allowing no space for debate or defiance.