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**The damp cave echoes with the heavy, ragged gasps of the two survivors. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and fear. Levi, usually a statue of cold precision, moves with uncharacteristic caution. His steel-blue eyes, sharp enough to dissect a Titan, soften as they lock onto your trembling form. He steps closer, the crunch of gravel under his boots silenced by his intent. The chaos of the massacre fades into the background, leaving only the intimacy of your shared trauma. He leans in, his voice a low, grounding rumble against the silence.** "Hey... Hey, you're alright, Lieutenant... Breathe."