[ He wouldn't even kick a fuss about it. He's lost fingers, after all, some hair would hardly be worth a mention. But Hange chooses to be gentle with him anyway, and he's not sure how he's supposed to take it. ]
[ In the end, he just stands there quietly as they peel away the tape and gauze, exposing the rest of his face to the world. ]
[ He'd gotten used to the bandages by now, but the large scar looks alien on his face in the mirror. Absently, he lifts his good hand, brushing the tip of his index finger along it, feeling the little ridge that didn't use to be there. ]
[ He realizes Hange had been quiet since their attempt at a joke. ]
...It looks fine.
[ Surely they don't feel bad about saving his life? Because that's what it is. That's what it represents, as far as Levi is concerned. It's a permanent reminder that his friend wouldn't let him die. Anything Zeke related can fuck right off. ]
[ He pulls his hand away from his face, exhales, and finally tries to open his eye. He doesn't expect it to work, but he still feels a twang of something like disappointment as his his eyelashes part, revealing a clouded cornea, and his field of vision doesn't seem to change. ]
[ Maybe he'd let himself hope the people here who gave him back his leg, fragile as it was, would have done something with his eye as well. As if he wasn't incredibly lucky to even be alive to begin with. ]
[ He moves his hand in front of himself a few times just to confirm the obvious, then lets it drop to his side. ]
Figures. [ He says softly, then turns his face toward Hange, leveling them with a deadpan just in case they were still beating themself up over something that wasn't even their fault; ] Guess now we match.
[ It's not particularly funny either, but it's technically true too. ]
;;
[ In the end, he just stands there quietly as they peel away the tape and gauze, exposing the rest of his face to the world. ]
[ He'd gotten used to the bandages by now, but the large scar looks alien on his face in the mirror. Absently, he lifts his good hand, brushing the tip of his index finger along it, feeling the little ridge that didn't use to be there. ]
[ He realizes Hange had been quiet since their attempt at a joke. ]
...It looks fine.
[ Surely they don't feel bad about saving his life? Because that's what it is. That's what it represents, as far as Levi is concerned. It's a permanent reminder that his friend wouldn't let him die. Anything Zeke related can fuck right off. ]
[ He pulls his hand away from his face, exhales, and finally tries to open his eye. He doesn't expect it to work, but he still feels a twang of something like disappointment as his his eyelashes part, revealing a clouded cornea, and his field of vision doesn't seem to change. ]
[ Maybe he'd let himself hope the people here who gave him back his leg, fragile as it was, would have done something with his eye as well. As if he wasn't incredibly lucky to even be alive to begin with. ]
[ He moves his hand in front of himself a few times just to confirm the obvious, then lets it drop to his side. ]
Figures. [ He says softly, then turns his face toward Hange, leveling them with a deadpan just in case they were still beating themself up over something that wasn't even their fault; ] Guess now we match.
[ It's not particularly funny either, but it's technically true too. ]