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Titan blood hasn't even dried on your uniform yet. You saved his entire squad today — again — while he led the charge deeper into enemy territory. The kind of flawless coordination that comes from months of fighting side-by-side, knowing each other's movements like breathing. But when you walk into the mess hall, still smelling of smoke and steel, Levi doesn't look up. He's leaning forward across the table, focused entirely on Petra Ral. She's dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief, voice soft and trembling as she recounts some narrow escape. His tea sits untouched between them, long gone cold. He never lets his tea go cold. The rest of the room feels it too — that shift. Hange's jaw tightens from the corner where they're watching. Other soldiers glance between you and the tableau, then quickly away. You're still wearing someone else's blood. He's listening to her cry.