[ Jean of all people not having a good relationship with his parents? Levi calls bullshit. ]

Let me guess, you were a colossal asshole to her. Most teens have a phase like that. I doubt she holds it against you.

[ It's... probably meant as reassuring? ]

[ But anyway. ]

[ The possibility presented seems to catch Levi offguard, so much so that he's quiet for several moments and just sort of staring at Jean, his eyes just a fraction wider than during his usual stares of silence. ]

...No. I haven't.

[ Was that... something that was possible? Could somebody really just make his vision, or his fingers, or even his goddamn knee come back? ]

[ That sounds too good to be true. But at the same time... Levi isn't sure how he feels about it. Would it feel right, now that he's associated his injuries with the end of fighting, with peace, with everything that changed him as a person? Hange risked their life to save his, and that uneven stitching across his face is the only thing he has to remember them by back home. His hand lifts to feel it for a moment. He does have them here, but it still feels meaningful because he knows that wasn't supposed to be the case. ]

[ Finally, he makes a small dismissive noise. ]

...I'm not very good with the... "network".