Pristine
"In our dirtied feelings
our hearts are like stone
the disastrous scene we all seek
is already so dirty, don't touch me"- Gumi; Clean-freak.
Levi loves cleanliness-it's a fact. He literally has the letters OCD printed above his head in solid, blocky letters above his head everywhere he walks. Not only does he want his personal space to be pristine, but he wants everywhere else to be spotless as well. It's kind of ironic how the Underground City (where he was raised) was such a dismal setting filled with dirt and grime.
But the truth is, Levi's tired of seeing nothing but filth for a good portion of his life. He wants to wipe away the dirt and grime of his childhood, for good. He's sick of seeing darkness, shabby houses, beggars raising their filthy, gnarled hands up to the crowd, raw sewage full of shit that occasionally makes its way into the city, the citizens, one by one, eventually, gradually growing lame and most of all, the greedy, corrupt officials who knew how to draw out money from the people's despair, making them pay their way up for just a glimpse of the sun's golden rays.
When Levi first grasped the broom with his tiny, toddler hands, it was a moment of awe for him.
"It's a broom Levi, it's used for keeping the house clean. You use it like this." Kenny had explained to him.
It was then, Levi realized that he could physically wipe away the grime himself. From then on, he would franticly clean their dingy house every single day, until Kenny would say:
"That's 'nough, kid!"
He cleaned even more furiously when Kenny left him, for good.
When Farlan and Isabel entered his life, Levi has put down the broom and rag for quite a while. They just had so much light inside them, that they brightened Levi's life, despite living the depths, away from sunlight for so long. But when they faded out of his life, he clutched the broom even more tightly, he cleaned way more often, wiping away the specks of dust in his life whenever they reappear until his life's pristine again.
Levi presses his hand against his forehead, rubbing his temples, eyeing the mountain of paperwork stretched before him.
"Ugh. Why am I even thinking of this? Maybe I should clean the room first, then I'll be able to focus on my paperwork." He began picking up.
Maybe he'll remain like this for the rest of his life, or at least until a blinding light shines upon him once again.