When the first group of refugees enter the gates for their intensive training, Levi has to look away from the sight. Even though they are herded like cattle, their faces are innocent. Undeserving. It’s not fair.
Levi tries his best to pull himself together, to set an example for his newly formed squad, but he often finds himself stealing moments of isolation, his face in his hands. He can’t seem to clear his head, no matter how hard he tries.
Erwin puts him on inventory and patrol for the rest of that week. Levi feels like a coward.