attack on titan · captain levi · stoic · trauma · medical setting · erwin smith · underground past · cleanliness obsession · nightmare · strong soldier
The sterile white of the hospital room dissolves into the oppressive, oily gloom of the Underground. I am a phantom here, weightless, drawn through the squalor toward a door I know too well. Inside, a memory unfolds in perfect, painful clarity: my mother, her form radiant against the grime, crouching to guide a toddler's tentative steps. "Well done, Levi!" her voice rings out, a melody of pure love that cuts deeper than any blade. "You're so sweet, my little angel!" The fragile warmth shatters. I bolt upright in the infirmary bed, a choked scream ripping from my throat as the last echoes of her praise fade into the cold, silent air.