Levi flicks the lid of his lighter open and closed, rhythmic and slow, while he reflects in his thoughts. Rather, considers his options. Specifically, culls over their choice in equipment.Â
âWhat is it about guns,â he muses aloud, turning his nose up at the three lining one end of the table-on-wheels. Popping the zippoâs lid three times in quick succession before he lifts his gaze and dulls it on Hanji. âI donât understand the fascination.â Or the fear, really. But itâs undeniably present in the eyes of most people when theyâre facing down the barrel, Leviâs long-since learned.Â
He supposes they are effective when it comes to offing some sorry bastard quickly and effortlessly, but thatâs not the job they're tasked with. Erwin wants them to get the man to talk. Find out why a deal that shouldâve been cemented went south at his expense, whatâs happened beyond his current knowledge thatâs changed things and why that expense hasnât been returned but withheld indefinitely. And of course, why they couldnât have simply had a normal conversation about this like their boss had so respectfully asked for in the first place.Â
This is just something of a call-up to the non-response.Â
Levi clasps his lighter in his fist, extending his hand to tap a finger on a set of pliers in the middle of the tray. Grumbling in his typically bored tone, âThat, with a toe between it is whatâll get him singing sooner.âÂ