spezialistin asked:
“ i've got nowhere else to be.” ( @sogekihei )
hurt comfort prompts
What was she fighting for? A more just society? A new order of things? Retaliation ? Heroes and villains often were sides of the same coin — abusing power, forcing their sense of morality on those who lacked in strength or will. Levi, having been labeled with both names, never claimed to belong to any. Morality to him, was another mystery meant to remain unsolved. Was the heart meant to follow the rules society had set — adjust to the norms time and catastrophe had shaped through the eons of human existence — or was it meant to listen to its own rhythm, ignoring all else? Another question, whose answer would remain secret, while he battled for his own ideals, whether right or wrong.
Looking back at his years as a criminal, he saw a cornered man, trying to earn his place in the world using the only means he ever had known. His hands, stained with blood, as much as hers was. Did he have regrets for who he used to be? If so, he wouldn't be the man he was to this day. If so, they wouldn't be standing in front of one another. Time had taught him one could keep moving forward, only that way — free of shackles like guilt or regrets to bound him.
A shelter his place would be, even if endangering the fragile peace he had recently found. Deciding his course of action, guided by what his instincts told him, what his eyes recognized in people, defying reason to normally command he shouldn't be harboring her. “ I see. ” Their estranged bond was meant to be tested — both sides forced to trust one other. He left the room for a moment, returning with what she'd need for a bath, and clean clothes that'd supposedly fit her. “ You should take a bath. I'll prepare dinner in the meantime. ” His way of giving her the space and time she needed for herself.
