And yet even his selfishness had served humanity more than most selfless people could dream of. Even still, he was willing to cast it aside one last time. Levi could never think any less of him for that moment of vulnerability, for needing help to move forward.

It's maybe, in some subconscious way, his thinking too; as long as they hold on strong enough, nothing can separate them. If only that were true, but he will allow himself a moment to believe it, a moment of touching life and flesh rather than dust slipping from his grip.

The creature probably just smells of fur and wool, as it had to transform into Levi's state of cleanness at the time, but he would likely still be offended to hear it, so it's probably for the best that Erwin doesn't mention it.

"I don't understand," he mutters, tired, annoyed, but apparently more sad than angry now, considering he's still in his human form. "Is it actually punishment? Do you think someone is trying to restrain me?"

Jokes on them, then. Even at his most enraged and worst breakdowns, he has never injured an innocent person by accident. This time, he didn't even have his gear on, there was no threat to anything aside from perhaps the integrity of the couch but he really doubts Olwen or whoever else is monitoring the magic of this place cares that much what newcomers do with their furniture.

No, it had to be something else. Right?