"She's a strange one, isn't she?"
Throughout time, there's been a certain.. tradition, if you will, that occurred to everyone from a famous dynasty. It passes down from grandparents to parents, parents to children, and the cycle continues for eterni...
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"Levi."
The way his name subtlety rolled off of Kenny's tongue was somewhat mesmerizing. Levi had not seen his uncle since he was abandoned in the Underground at the age of only twelve years old. He wore his usual clothing, a long, black trench coat that had faint stains of old blood covering the sides. His tan cargo pants held his gunmetal pistol and abnormally large knife.
"Kenny."
Levi returned the greeting, trying to not to release the shock elevating across his resplendent orbs. He knew that if he showed his genuine fear that it would no doubt terrify his cadets. That's the last thing he wanted at his moment in time.
Thirty men. That's the number Levi assumed Kenny brought, but in reality it didn't matter, and he himself knew that. He was already badly outnumbered, and Samuel was nowhere to be seen. "It's been a while! Come on, give your Uncle Kenny a hug! I can't tell if you're an adult now or still a teenager! It looks like you haven't grown an inch since ten!" Kenny let out an amused chuckle, holding out his long, somewhat injured arm to invite Levi into.
Their relationship was rather complicated. Yes, Kenny took care of Levi and taught him all of his ways. He never abused him, for he loved his dear nephew, almost as if he were his own child. It was simply the fact that he abandoned Levi at such a young age.
Levi never forgave him for that.
"Captain? What should we do?" Armin trembled within his own boots as his face began to lose color. It was quite noticeable he was beginning to panic. Kenny is a ruthless serial killer after all, "Should I fall for the Military Police? He's wanted, they'll arrest him immediately! Wouldn't they, Captain?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the older man with surprisingly long hair.
To their dismay, Kenny picked up on that question and answered it for himself, "Military Police? Ha! Did you not hear the news? I'm one of them! Yep! That's Captain Ackerman to you now, child!" Levi said nothing, showed nothing. He was an inanimate object that was impossible to comprehend. "What's it to you? What's wrong with you?"
Finally, he spoke, "... What do you want?" Granted, Kenny was an honest man, but there was no way he would spill his plans out in front of both civilians and soldiers to hear. Levi's rather young subordinate, Nifa, looked away idly as she slowly packed up behind him. It was obvious to tell that she was scared. "...Armin, Connie...Sasha. Go gather the horses and the cart. Jean and Mikasa, I want you two to provide cover fire. I'm feeling antsy. I can already tell something is going to happen. Nifa..." Levi looked towards the young girl, and she quickly averted her attention to his stoic gaze. "I want you to stay behind that pillar over there. If necessary, bring your pistol out."
