DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin

AN: This idea came to me while I was listening to a song and thought that even though Levi appears to be apathetic, he is still human and is capable of having emotions.

The click-clacking sound of his boots colliding with the cold stone floor echoes and was the only noise that can be heard as he composedly walked towards his room. His face was set with an apathetic expression while his hand -the only part which showed any emotion in his body- was tightly clutching and crumpling a letter -that was given to him earlier- causing his knuckles to turn milky white. The soft glow of lighted torches gave him the needed illumination and was giving him more sorrow than he needed.

Her face. That's all what he can see in his mind, replaying and plaguing his memory adding burden to the melancholy he was repressing. He can still see in his mind her open eyes devoid of life, like a ghost that came back to haunt his conscience.

He hurried his pace -thanking silently that no one dared to venture and block his way- and entered his room without further interim.

Everyone just stared. Everybody was afraid to interrupt their gloomy captain especially at this time. An enrage Levi was silent and dangerous -like a silent water that runs deep- and it would not be wise to stupidly get on his way if you do not wish to feel his wrath.

He sat on his bed and pondered the event that just recently transpired that day. The white paper that he was holding earlier laid forgotten on the ground as he used his hand to comb his hair and remove his precious cravat from his neck.

Alone.

He was alone again. Gone was his squad, the closest thing to a family that he had. He blamed his negligence and his absence that brought them to their untimely demise. It was no ones fault but his. He was not worthy to be called as Humanities Strongest. How can they if he could not even protect them. Protect her. What was the use of his brute strength when he could not even save them?

He stood up and went to his desk, grasping the first object that his hand made contact with and threw it against the wall making the object -which was an ink bottle- shatter into pieces. It was the perfect analogy to describe him right now.

Broken.

His icy façade started to waver until his apathetic face showed the first expression he made. He cried.

"I'm sorry." He muttered before he shouted until his voice broke and could not choke back his tears anymore. Everything flashed back in his mind; Gunther, Eld, Oluo and Petra. Especially Petra.

He remembered the letter that she gave his father -that was given to him afterwards- telling words of admiration and devotion, which added another pile of guilt and depression to his pained chest. How can she say those undeserving praises for him when he was the one who led them -her- to their early death. It was not fair to die so young!

He collapsed on the ground and wept dry tears, his eyes could produce no more tears as if it all run out. He did not even mind the ink flowing on the ground that dirtied his white pants nor cared if he looked pathetic. His sobs echoed within the confinement of his room but he could not care less.

Tonight, he will mourn for his fallen comrades, tomorrow, he will become stronger. He still has Eren to protect and a new squad to safeguard.

-FINISH-

Inspired by the song "The Reluctant Heroes"