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Sweat fell from her brow as Thalia struggled in the hands of a Titan, limbs thrashing in her attempts to escape. As she is brought closer to its mouth, a scream of horror leaves her own and she desperately attempts to use her blades to create a way to escape by slicing off the giant’s fingers. It fails miserably as the weapon only gets embedded further in flesh. Then…

Thalia wakes up, shooting forward and nearly whacking her head on the wooden bunk. It takes her a second or two to notice that she was still screaming and waking up everyone in the cabin. The scream fades and she closes her mouth in shock, scrambling out from under the blankets to run from the room. She slammed the door behind her and darted down the hall towards another bedroom, twisting the knob and entering rather loudly.

“Captain Levi!”

She panted heavily, chest rising and falling in rapid motions. This has been the fourth nightmare since she had experienced the same event that occurs in her dreams: almost being eaten alive by a Titan. Now, she desperately needs comfort from an old friend.

“Can I.. Take an hour or so of your time… Please?”

He heard the SCREAM echo down the hallway and immediately knew who its owner was before she had barged into his room in a sweaty, panting panic. It was a voice he’d have to be deaf to mistake -- what with how many years Levi had spent hearing it in the Underground. Her voice had been the first   s u n l i g h t   he had ever felt, but those were feelings he’d had to suppress over the years. ( Feelings he was STILL trying to suppress. )

Wordlessly, he moved past her to shut the door to his quarters, locking it to deter any unwanted guests. His old friend was clearly DISTRESSED, and he didn’t want anybody else adding to it. In that moment, he’d wished that he had the foresight to prepare some tea or have even a spare BLANKET on hand with which he could offer her some form of extra comfort-- but she’d have to make do with his shitty words. 

            “ Tch. Thalia, I already   t o l d   you ;; you don’t need to call me that when                                        we’re off duty. Tell me what happened. ” 

His voice was   s o f t   in an attempt to soothe her, but he worried that he merely sounded disinterested when the reality was quite the opposite. In a VAIN attempt to compensate for his questionable social skills, he instead managed to galvanise his awkwardness by clumsily handing her a throw pillow as if it were a plate of food. 

    Nice going, fuckhead. Now she’ll think you’re trying to make her keep her   d i s t a n c e.