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His eyes shot open and the sound of his heavy breathing entered inside his ears. His eyes were normally sharp and focused but this time they were wide opened and fidgety as he stared at the ceiling above him. As the last few images that flashed in his mind slowly faded, his breathing returned to normal. He felt his sweat trickle down from his forehead to the side of his head then he realized that the rest of his exposed body was giving off small amounts of sweat as well; they left a cold trail on his skin as they slid towards his bed and the breeze coming in from his bedroom window on his right were making him feel even colder; he closed his eyes to find his centre and to calm himself down. He managed to pull himself together and sat upright from his bed to look outside his window; the moon was still alight in the sky and he had only slept for a few hours before his nightmare woke him up. He was not the kind of person to dwell on regretting anything because he knows that things happen and sometimes they really do not go as intended, but this time he could not escape that regret.
The wind howled louder and colder that the shutters of his window moved uncontrollably and his sweat had already gone, only leaving its coldness. He stood up from his bed barefoot, disregarding the prickling cold stone floors under his feet, and motioned towards the window to close it. After pulling the right shutter, he looked out from the left side even though the banging shutter intermittently gave him the view outside. He looked up at the sky and saw nothing but dark clouds that were nearly impossible to see and the faint light of the moon behind them. His sight slowly made its way downwards to the overhang directly below his window and the sight of it triggered him to pull out his arm and push open the left shutter to a stop. He moved even closer towards the window and cocked his head through it to follow the path on his left-hand side where the overhang leads. The wind made his fringe cover some of his view but he kept his eyes focused. In contrast to that concentration, he grabbed his Survey Corps cloak on the dresser right next to the window then pushed himself up to get through the window without giving it much thought.
"Hey Commander, look at that; who's that up there?"
"It's just Levi,"
"And this is not an unusual occurrence to you whatsoever?"
"He usually goes up there at night; I don't think he's been there for a while since she died."
"Oh. Well he should have at least got himself a shirt on,"
"Just leave him be, Hanji."
He sat up there at the rooftop on his usual place, against a blocked out window of an attic. There was also a roof above the window so aside from the window that covered his back against the wind; the roof also covered his head for when it rains. Once he was relaxed in his position, he just realized that he had no top on and he wasn't even wearing his cloak, he was just holding it. Even if he was sheltered from the wind, the night's atmosphere itself was prickling his body.
"It gets really cold up here doesn't it, Corporal?"
Levi's body stiffened then he quickly turned his head to his left; his heart sank when he saw no one, nevertheless he stared towards that direction despite knowing fully that there was something missing in his field of view. He sighed and loosened himself up, stretching his legs outward and slumped back against the window behind him which made his cloak fall off. He adjusted himself more comfortably with his back upright against the window and picked up his cloak; he raised it in front of him with the front facing him then he turned to his left and spread it as if he was putting it on somebody, but the cloak just fell down again making the Wings of Freedom on the back of his cloak visible.
"Yes, it really does," he spoke to no one, then closed his eyes.
