Armin finally gets up and so did she. They leave the dining area, and Levi follows suit.
Eren's absence is apparent as the duo habitually walks with a generous amount of space between them. The silence is another telling proof as it is always Eren's passion that makes the group boisterous. Armin is still confounded about what he saw earlier on, and MIkasa is pensive.
He is just steps away from them and the rather narrow hallway carries his voice. "Mikasa."
The two paused and turned around. Armin is unsure whether he should go on walking as he was not the one called, and leave Mikasa with a complete stranger or stay with his dear friend, and a characteristically-odd but still the Lance Corporal Levi.
Levi pretty much ignored the wavering blond's presence and continued walking until he's close enough to her.
"I have to tell you something… It's regarding your past."
They are out on the grassy field and far from the building they're staying in, far from the eavesdropping gossipers and prying eyes.
It is dark but the moonlight is sufficient enough to make out each other's faces. He looks at the neutral expression on Mikasa's face half hidden with the damning scarf. Levi breathes in deeply, closes his eyes for a moment, and savors the peace before the impending storm.
"I was involved in the slave trading ten odd years ago. It was part of my underground dealings."
