“But you know, Levi,” the imagined Hange said, something dropping from their mouth. The drop of crimson began to ooze outward as the red carpet turned into a sea of blood. “Itʼs better than this, isnʼt it?”
“How about some pastries for your family?”
As he doesn’t have any family, he was about to ignore it, but suddenly, familiar faces came to his mind — the new Commander, who works hard.
[Levi]: So... youʼre telling me, Iʼve spent all this time and energy running around killing people? Is that right?
[Hange]: I said we donʼt have proof yet.
“Whatʼs with your little project there? That for me? Youʼre gonna pull me around with a horse? Yeah, that sounds like you. Thereʼs no way in hell youʼre gonna stay out of action.
“Thatʼs right. You know me far too well.”
What Historia saw coming back from her destination were the children wearing Hange's jacket, running around energetically; and watching them were Hange and Levi.
L: A smoke signal came from the main platoon. Does that mean Hange's in trouble? We need to move.
Floch: The way Captain does combat... I could never even hope to imitate that.
L: You're in my way. Move. I don't have time to mess around here. I need to rejoin the main platoon.
“…I just hope the Squad Leader notices that you’re even there, Captain.”
“That’s easy enough to solve with a kick in the ass,” Levi said.
Walking behind him, Moblit couldn’t help but smile as he imagined an embarrassed grin on Captain Levi’s face.
[Hange]: When you first joined (the Survey Corps), you were like “I donʼt care about anyone!” or something like that. It was really hard to get close to you.
[Levi]: Shut up... shitty glasses!
[Hange]: Yes, just like a wounded cat!