Hope you enjoy! More Levi POV in this chapter :) quite a bit actually...

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Red and silver flash through my dreams. Voices scream in my ear, echoing as I run and slip in the mud. But I look down and see it isn't mud, I'm clambering over countless corpses, faces drawn and pale as they stare. Why am I still breathing, why am I running free? Why does my weak heart still beat and refuse to be silenced? Arms wrap round my legs and begin to pull. I submerge beneath the pile of death and blood floods into my mouth and nostrils. I'm drowning. I scream and claw out. I don't know why I'm fighting, I don't deserve to survive any more than they did, but still my body thrashes against it.

Selfish bitch.

"Dammit Robyn wake up."

I slam against the mattress. The eyes of my Captain stare back, his hands forcing my shoulders into the mattress. I go limp. Not blinking, not reacting other than taking a long, calming breath that rattles as it enters my shivering body. My muscles ache. Presumably I'd been thrashing in my sleep. He sighs and sits down on a chair. I turn my head to him. I watch him and he watches me.

He raises a brow. "You probably woke the whole fucking HQ."

He looks to the side and picks up his cup of tea, steam rising as he sips it, eyes always trained on me. I look back up to the ceiling, not needing his judgement on top of my own. I try and move my arms, and find they're not bound. Odd.

"I didn't think binding you would help the dreams."

I nod. My fingers twitch against the sheets, sticky with sweat and blood. My throat pinches. If I can't sleep without dreaming, then please just let me find the sweet oblivion of liquor. I needed a drink. I needed an escape. Keza always warned me against such habits, said I'd depend on it too much one day. But fuck it. Perhaps it would numb me enough to allow the shadows to finish the job? But even as I consider this my body tenses, prepared for a fight. Dammit, just give in you fanatic.

"Say something Cadet."

I turn to him with a raised brow. He waits, eyes watching my lips. I look back to the ceiling and slowly part my lips, but a small whimper builds in my throat and I feel my eyes widen as I prepare to scream the hospital wing down. I just clamp a hand over my mouth and shake my head, clenching my jaw against the howls that ache in my throat. I hear another sigh before a weight appears on the bed by my hip. His boots lean on the bed as he leans back in his chair. He was in for the long haul. Idiot, didn't he know this ship had sailed?

"Guess I should've seen that coming. Just try and sleep Cadet."

He won't take no for an answer. I nod and let my eyes flicker closed, gripping the sheets as the images return. But I keep them closed as the minutes crawl by, it's excruciating but I stay silent, waiting for him to fall prey to sleep.

Eventually his breathing slows and deepens.

I carefully open my eyes and peer to him. He's asleep. Or at least he's doing a damned good job of pretending. I slowly sit up and swing my legs out of the bed. I stumble a little, but soon enough find my feet. My civvie clothes are next to my bed, so I grab them and shrug them on, ignoring the ache of my bruises and healing injuries.

I knew what I needed.

But then I pause at the hospital door. I couldn't face the punch-bag in this state, the damn thing would just laugh at me.

I knew what I wanted.

I head for Hanji's lab and am thankful to find it empty. My feet are caked in mud now, no shoes were left for me, but I continue into the dank little outhouse, squelching my way across. I rake through the cupboards and grin as I find the cupboard filled with clear glass bottles.

Sweet, sweet medicine.

I take three bottles and hold them under my arm, I then go to the bathroom and grab a scrubbing brush. It was a dirty job, but someone had to do it. I walk around aimlessly for a while before I realise where I want to be. I want to see the stars. I head to the roof. No one is around, I guess it's in the middle of the night?

I shove the door open to the roof, jamming a splinter of wood in place to keep preying nosy bastards out. Or in. I was the one outside after all. I snicker as I go and sit on the edge of the roof, enjoying the free air that tickles the muddy bottoms of my feet. Oh dear, I glance at the muddy smears across the roof. Had I tracked mud all the way through the castle? Well, it was easier to clean than blood. If I'd walked on my hands, the place would be dripping rubies.

I pop open a bottle and bring it to my lips, letting the clear liquid douse the screams down to small sobs. The screams still try and escape, but I just bite down on the bottle opening, the glass squeaking against my clenched teeth. The escape glugs down my throat, and I concentrate on the fact oblivion would be here soon.

It's late.

The lazy bastard doesn't actually arrive till I've finished the first bottle, belching a little loudly as I hang back, legs holding me in place as I throw my arms out. I feel like I'm floating. Or was it flying? Or even falling? I absentmindedly ask the world why I'm still here, but as per usual there is nothing but annoying silence. Really it was just rude to not answer. It was a simple enough question.

And then I feel the trickles going down my wrists and I shudder.

Lazily I look around through glazed eyes and grab the scrubbing brush.

It might take all night, but I'd get these hands clean.

LEVI POV

"What do you want Levi?"

Dammit brat, say it again.

I can't understand why my name sounds so good coming out of that brat's mouth. But whenever it slides past those red lips I feel a little warmer. She's hovering just above me, her warm body so fucking close. It's torture but I just stare, staying put as she enjoys her little game. The moonlight shines in her golden eyes, like a wolf on the hunt, she smiles oddly sweetly.

Dammit she was beautiful.

Fiery red hair in cascades just below her slender shoulders. Golden eyes framed by thick dark lashes, sun kissed skin beautifully smooth though littered by scars. She was lean and powerful, not skinny like those other brats, she was woman, not a girl. And those damned lips. The smirks, the smiles; the way she bites them when she knows she's said too much, or used too much profanity.

Dammit she was intoxicating at times.

"You." I manage to say, entire body aching to just grab her, rip what little clothing she has left on and fuck her senseless. I wanted to claim her, make those lips scream my name. Then I gasp as I feel her long nails scrape along my belt line. You have got to be kidding me woman. I wonder if she's forgetting that I could snap her in two if I wanted. I look down at her, noticing the tint of red across her face as she mischievously grins. "Now."

Finally she undoes the belt and button. I can barely breathe. She kisses down my chest and over my stomach. Fucking hell, this woman knew what she was doing. I feel her chest softly dragging down, I peer down and swallow hard as she tugs down my zipper with her teeth. Holy shit. I can't take this much longer woman, I hope you realise this. My hands twitch, wanting to run all over her, feeling every dip and curve.

Suddenly her mouth is back on mine and I let go a little. Hunger is all I feel as I grab the back of her head and pull her closer, salivating at the taste of her tongue. I can't help but groan as I feel her elegant hands trace my dick. Fucking hell. I nip at her tongue and lips as my need rages in me.

I needed this. I hated needing anything, but I needed this.

Dammit, I needed her right now.

Bang.

I sit upright and blink wearily at the waking world. Fucking hell, it was just a dream. Then I smirk, at least it was a memory too. My lips are tingling at the echoes of my dream but I grumble a little, why the hell had the door slammed right then? Couldn't I at least enjoy a fucking dream? And now my tea's gone cold too. This just gets better and better.

I look to the hospital door. Whoever that was, better not wake the brat. She needed sleep, I hoped it was dreamless at least. Damn woman was a wreck. Understandably so, but I knew her scattered mind could only deal with so much. Thankfully Glasses serum had done good work. We'd been back two days and Robyn's ribs were all but healed.

I clench my jaw a little as I remember that bastard slapping her in the street, what kind of man punishes a woman like that? I knew what grief felt like, but surely he could see it in the Cadet's eyes as he beat her? Surely he saw how dead inside she was because of the loss of her team. Damn moron. I wanted to tear his bearded head clean off, but I knew it'd do no good. None of it ever did.

Shitty-glasses walks towards me, looking rather confused in her dressing gown. I got up and walked towards her a little awkwardly, fucking tight trousers.

"What the hell Glasses?" I hiss, "You wanna wake her up?"

"Wake who up? She's not there Shorty!" She hisses right back, turning me roughly by the shoulder.

I only then notice the lack of lump in the bed. Where the fuck was she? I notice her civilian clothing is gone and groan, what was the idiot up to now? Then I feel cold. I know far too fucking well the kind of thoughts that plague a mind after losing an entire team. I grit my teeth and turn back to Glasses, who is looking round the hospital as though expecting Robyn to be hiding under someone's bed. C'mon glasses, that'd be too easy. Plus we'd have heard her muttering, or giggling.

"Why're you even here? How'd you know she was gone Glasses?"

"A cadet from the third floor said she heard some weird noises coming from the staircase, then singing. Kid thought there was a ghost. So I came here to see if Robyn had gone wandering. Guess I was right!" She grins and I just stare for a moment, waiting for the penny to fucking drop through that cluttered head.

Ding.

The glasses flash and she's suddenly dragging me towards the staircase to the roof. I wonder why I'm not running full pelt. Then I notice the knot in my gut. Seriously man? This was no time to be a damned brat. I grunt and shrug off shit-glass's clammy hands, striding in front of her. The closer we get to the stairway the louder that weird melody gets. I didn't even know Robyn sang.

Damn… it was creepy.

A few cadets are looking out their doors, rubbing their eyes as they stupidly look around, slack-jawed idiots.

"Go the fuck to sleep." I snarl at them, bounding up the stairs three at a time till I'm at the door. It's never locked, and yet now I can't get the fucking thing open. I hammer on the wood. The song simply continues. What the hell was she doing out there? There's no words, she's just letting those eerie notes fly up into the air aimlessly.

I look at Hanji who just shrugs back uselessly.

"Cadet Sanshi. Open this fucking door." I hammer on the door again. The song stops and I hear a laugh, a strangled sound that makes my skin crawl. "Now, Cadet."

Nothing.

I hear footsteps and suddenly Jeager's there with a few of his friends. Great, more brats.

"What's going on Captain?" Jeager asks, suddenly going pale as he hears the singing start up again, a little more frantic now. Like she's rushing towards something?

I shove my shoulder against the door, ignoring the stupid question. What did he think was happening? A damned party on the roof? Maybe a talent competition? Or even a cooking lesson? I wonder how well his stupid self would work as a battering ram against the door. I hear Glasses voice as she turns to explains to the idiots as I step back to kick the damn thing down.

Surely she wouldn't do anything stupid? She fought too hard to give in so easily. But my mind fizzes as I remember the darkness a mind distraught was capable of. But she wasn't like me. She wasn't that fucking weak.

The door splinters beneath my boot and I stride out into the frigid night air. And then I stop. I can't do anything but stare at the woman before me. The husk of a woman.

She's sat on the edge of the roof's wall, two empty bottles of Glass's brew discarded beneath her. She's swinging back and forth, almost toppling off the roof with each swing as she continues to sing, her arms making weird little jerks each time. What the fuck was she doing? A pause comes to her creepy little song and she looks over her shuddering shoulder. I swallow hard as I take in the pale face leering back at me. Her eyes are empty, dark bruising surrounding them as she smiles.

The rest of the group linger behind me.

"Oh hi, sorry... w-was I being too loud? I-I was just s-singing the troops a lullaby… I h-haven't sung in ages. Good thing too I suppose. Nobody likes to hear a cat being slammed into a wall." She chuckles coarsely, slamming her hand against her head a second later, leaving a strange red smudge there afterward.

Why was there blood on her hands?

I take a step forward but a hand holds me back. I look at the hand, and feel like ripping it off, but the Jeager kid just stares at me, eyes wide with warning. This was a tricky situation. I got it kid. I nod at him and turn back to the woman as she finally stops hitting her head and laughs a little more genuinely. The beautiful bubbling noise seems so out of place here.

"B-but they said they liked it, they said it helped a l-little, so I thought I'd keep going y'know? But… but then they got m-m-mad. D-didn't you guys? You didn't want to heart me sing? N-Nah… k-kinda rubbing it in. I'm still here whilst they're plastered against the ground."

"Cadet, Sanshi?"

"Tiny little bits, spread like chunky jam over dry toast."

"Robyn?" I edge forward, her pale eyes flash to me and I freeze, watching for her making a move over the edge. I mean, she was well over already, but I didn't fancy watching her make the literal jump. A smile creases her golden gaze and I breathe a little deeper. Come on. Don't give in.

There's a quick wave and she tilts her head, hair cascading over her shoulder. "Hey there Captain."

"Hello Cadet. I need you to—"

"I'm sorry but I think I failed… I-I think I broke my promise?"

"What promise cadet?"

"I-I think I got attached… No…" She frowns and slams her hands to her temples again, I don't show it but every time she does that I feel my chest tighten. Fucking idiot was going to turn her brain to mush. "No… I didn't p-promise did I? But I-I-I can't stop it. They won't go away. Captain, they won't stop screaming at me, and my head hurts! W-why won't they stop, sir?"

"They will Cadet." I try and find the right words. This was not my area. But it was clear none of the useless shits behind me were planning on helping. So I just try my best. I had to at least try. "Just give it time. They'll stop... I promise."

"You do?" Her expression clears a little.

"Of course, you just need to come over here."

"And that'll stop them?" She frowns and I nod, outstretching my hand towards her. But she just throws her head back and laughs, suddenly jumping up and wandering along the roof's edge, wobbling all the while. I feel like charging over and grabbing her, holding onto that slender waist with all my strength, ignoring her screams and flails. But I can't. I'm quick, but she's damned quick too.

"You're lying Captain. You're just pissed because I-I went and wasted more lives. Well I tried okay?! I t-tried to save them! I tried!"

She turns, angry now as she jabs a bloodied finger into her heaving chest. Her hair falls in front of her face and she bares her teeth, her old fire now prominently on show. I hope she doesn't burn out. I want to know where her warmth might take me. Do I? Shit, focus you idiot.

I lower my hand and keep my face composed. "I'm not angry Cadet."

"Pfft, you're always angry." She sniggers, holding her stomach as she leans back with her laughter. I edge forward again as her feet edge back, heels dangling off the roof. "But I guess you mean y-you're not angry at me?"

"Correct, Cadet."

"Y-You're a fucking moron." She cackles, a bright blush on her face. I clench my fists. Treading lightly was doing nothing, I needed to get a hold of this lunatic before she sent herself to her death. After everything it'd be pathetic for her die that way. Plus she'd break anything below her, and make a big mess. I wasn't going to clean that up.

"I will be angry, Cadet, if you don't get your ass over here now."

"B-but I haven't got it all off yet!" She whines, falling to her knees beside her remaining half bottle of poison. I take another step and she suddenly looks panicked at my closeness. She grabs something and seems to scrub at her hand? My mind flashes back to the bathroom where I found her shivering and quiet, scratches all over her hands. Fuck. "I can't get them c-clean C-captain. It won't come off!"

Then she grabs the bottle and pours it over her hand, the liquid turning red as it pours across her gaping wound and splashes against the cold stone. I can hear the whimpering of the group behind me, all wanting to help, and all desperate for this to end. I swallow hard as I take in the sight of what she's done. Half her left hand's skin is gone, I shudder as I see bits of bone where she's worn right through. The pain is clear to see in her face as the alcohol burns. Tears streak her pale face. So much passion in one person was dangerous.

I grit my teeth. "I'll help."

"R-really?" she stammers, still pouring as she stares.

I nod. Then I lunge, closing the gap and grabbing her wrists. She tries to fight me, but she's like a child against my strength. I'm probably bruising her, even spraining her wrists, but I just pull her down form the wall, ignoring her as she kicks and screams. Dammit woman let me help you. Please. I have to help. I can't fucking lose you.

"It won't come off! It won't!"

"It will Robyn, it will." I put my arms round her shoulders and hold her to my chest as she wails and sobs, hands clawing at my back as he tries to fight me and the demons off. I stroke her hair, hoping the madness will ebb soon. She begins to jabber again, muffled against me but loud enough that I know the whole group can hear.

"I-I should've let them outrun me, then the bear would have left them. I should've trusted their plan!"

Bear?

"They just needed me to stay put! They were so clever Levi!" She gasps, I pull away a little, looking down at her suddenly excited face, eyes wide with fresh tears spilling out. What was she talking about? I wait and she gives a disturbing smile. "I was meant to be the decoy! Remember? You just have to outrun the person behind you. Then the bear won't get you! I tried to kill the bear though… a-and I f-failed… but they were so clever, they got r-rid of my gear and everything. They tried to help me do the right thing and I ignored them! W-why did I ignore them?"

"How did they help you Robyn?"

"Isa, or was it K-Kila? They kicked my gear off… I could… what did she say? Sh-she said… You fucking murderer!" I cringe back as she howls into my chest, suddenly clinging to me as her knees give out. I go with her, holding her closer, as though I could hold together as she crumbled in front of me. Right now I feel like I can't do a damned thing. I can't even fathom what she's saying.

Her team had used her as a decoy. I think that was what she was saying. A bear… that was it, you didn't have to outrun the bear, just the person behind you. They left her to die and tried to save themselves? I grit my teeth against the rage, those fucking brats. They had to know she'd have done anything to save them.

I shake my head. "You're not a murderer."

"Oh but I am." Her voice is suddenly calm and cold. I could barely keep up with this seesaw of emotion. She tenses, letting her arms fall to her side, nails scraping against the stone below as she tries to grip onto something. I'm slightly glad she hadn't done that to my back. Shivering returns to her frame. "I am no better than them. I'm no better than him."

"Stop it." I snap and she jolts a little, but only continues.

"I've been killing for a long time."

"Robyn, stop."

"I killed my mother, I killed my brother, I killed my father. I killed those women who hurt me and my friends. I killed myself. I killed those c-cadets."

And she tries to push me away, feeble as she leaves bloodied stains on my shirt and jacket. Her words are tumbling out of her, no reason or meaning to them. They're nonsense and nothing more. I try and keep my cool. I just have to get her back to reason. She knew the way back, I'm sure she did. She had to.

"G-get back, all of you." She croaks, efforts weakening as my hold on her only strengthens. I had to hope. I had to believe that the woman I gave into was in there somewhere. "Get away Captain. Or I'll k-kill you too."

"You haven't killed anyone."

"N-no you don't understand Levi! You don't know! There's too much blood. Too m-much, and it's all over me, I can't get it off. I can't get clean. I need to go, I-I need to get over the wall… I need to—"

I slap her.

"Levi!" Hanji shouts and I can hear scuffling. Stupid brats. I glance back to glare down the Jeager kid as he tries to fight off his comrades to get at me. Smart kids. He catches my gaze and falters. Yeah, that's right brat, you know I'm just trying to help. You know that better than anyone.

"Cadet Sanshi look at me." I say, composing my expression as she looks up through her tangled hair, mouth gasping for air as her wide eyes watch me emptily. "You will listen. You will understand."

"Yes... sir."

"You are not a murderer. You did not fail. You will not let this beat you."

"Yes, sir."

"You will calm down, shut up, and you will let us clean you up. You will obey."

"Yes, sir." She whispers, closing her mouth and biting her lip. She slowly blinks, focusing on her orders like the brilliant soldier I knew she was.

I stand up, taking her with me. But I soon find she can barely walk, either due to exhaustion or her late night drinking game. I hitch her up into my arms, cradled against my chest as she stares straight ahead. I wonder what she sees. Or if she sees anything.

I look up at Hanji and our audience, they all stare at my charge and seem lost. I could understand it, she was a tough little shit, and this was a sorry display.

"Hanji, come with me to the infirmary and we'll get Cadet Sanshi bandaged. Jeager, go to Hanji's lab and get some healing serum. Plenty of it. Kirschtein, grab those bottles and dispose of them. The rest of you, get the fuck back to bed. No arguments. Go."

We set her down in the bed and clean her up, I'm careful as I can be with her mauled hand but she doesn't respond at all. She just stares forward. I think I preferred the mumbling. The healing serum is applied, and she's cleaned. Glasses tucks the blankets into place. Still no response. I wonder if she's even blinked. The silence is heavy, but I know we can scarcely imagine the noise going on in that head. That crazed, scattered head.

"You gonna stick around Levi?" Glasses says, her voice coarse. I think she's been crying. I nod, keeping my face blank as my comrade gathers her things and heads for the door. She pauses to turn and fight against a wobble of her bottom lip. "You think she'll be able to—"

"She'll pull through. Got to bed Glasses."

She nods, a small smile in place as she turns and heads to her quarters. I wait as the door swings a little, till finally falling closed with a soft click. Silence retakes the infirmary, only a few whispered breaths from the sleeping patients around us. I clench my fist. I can do this. I turn and see Robyn still staring up at the ceiling. No change. I don't bother saying anything as I go and sit in my chair, pick up my book and try to concentrate on the pages. But my eyes keep flicking to her blank mask. She just keeps staring. I click my tongue and turn a page. I have no idea what I'm reading.

Other than showering and basic duties, I stay by the bed for the next two days. She did eventually fall asleep, and hasn't moved at all since. Erwin suggests I get some proper rest, I suggest he gets out of my way. My cadet. My responsibility. Though even as I say that, I doubt myself. This goes beyond a want to protect a Cadet. The lines were blurred. I wonder if she knows that.

The curtain has been pulled round her bed, the other cadets getting far too nosy for my liking.

As the second day comes to a close I hear her take a deep, almost smooth, breath. I glance her way and watch as she slowly blinks. A single tear rolls down her cheek. For a few moments she's as still as ever, and I fear I'm in for another staring contest. But then she blinks, and another tear falls.

I lean forward and wipe it away with my thumb. "Get it together, Sanshi."

"Yes, sir." She almost sounds like herself.

I linger, hand resting by her head, keeping my mask in place as she turns her head to me. The gold is cold as it stares. I don't know what she's looking for, I have nothing to give her but orders. The lines are blurred but I'm still not sure how to cross them.

Then she smiles. It's faint. But it's there. "G-Guess I got a bit carried away?" Her eyebrows raise as a blush appears on her pale face.

I sit back and put my boots on her bed, needing some space between me and that almost adoration filled gaze. "Just a bit."

"Did I hurt anyone?" She sniffs. I shake my head, keeping my eyes glued to her in case she makes another stupid move. "Good... Did I puke?"

"Amazingly enough no, brat. But you did fuck up your hand." I nod to the bandaged lump at the end of her arm. She raises it and frowns, her bottom lip jutting out a little.

"I think I wanted to get it clean."

"Well it's definitely that. Idiot."

"Sorry, sir."

"You've done enough wallowing. A doctor will be here in a few minutes for your regular daily check, stay still for now." I pick up my book again, more using it as a shield than anything else.

I hear her finger scrape against the bed sheet as she attempts to close her eyes for extra rest, but soon enough her eyes fly open. Too much noise. "How do you do it?"

"Relax, Cadet."

"Sir." I sigh at her pleading voice, a small shudder running over her body. This isn't her. "Please? H-how do you face anything else? I mean… it's hardly the same situa—"

"If you claim that I'm not to blame for my Squad's death, but you're to blame for yours, I'll kick the shit out of you Cadet. Got it?"

She nods.

I groan and sit up, leaning on my knees as I search for the right words. I knew this would be her mindset, I knew that the second I realised her team was gone. But still not answers sat in my pocket. I had no magical cure. No sure way to deal with this shit. It wasn't something we, as humans, were meant to deal with. None of this shit was. But she'd been decent enough to help me. I had to at least attempt helping her.

"Time helps."

She nods.

"And getting back out there to finish the job. Other than that, brat, I can't advise much."

"Okay, sir. I'll do that." She whispers with another weak smile. "But… will the faces ever stop living behind my eyelids? It's getting pretty crowded."

"Who do you see Cadet?"

"I see my mother, my little brother, three little girls, you in the Titan's hand, and now my four cadets. Soon I'll have a small country." She yawns and rolls onto her side, still facing me as she rests her hand under her pillow. "I s-suppose if my mother's face still hasn't faded… I know the answer to my own question."

"Guess you do."

"S-Still want a liability like me on your Squad?"

"You know the answer, idiot."

"Guess I do." She closes her eyes, smile still shakily in place. "Thank you, sir."

"For what?"

"Putting up with my shit."

"You had the guts to put up with mine. Least I can do."

She frowns, eyes still closed, I realise she thinks I'm only doing this out of pity. In all honesty I don't know for sure that I'm not. But as I watch her lie there, still, pale and weak I feel that weird sensation in my chest. Images of the vibrant, alluring woman I gave into that night. Eyes on fire as she dragged her nails across my skin. Such fire. She was a reckless moron, but dammit, sometimes the world needed that.

This isn't pity. I don't really know what it is, but I know it isn't pity.

"I promise I'll get better soo—"

"Take the time to heal, Cadet. I'm not going anywhere." I snap, eager to have her rest instead of worrying about such moronic things. Surely she knew I wasn't about to leave her in the dirt? I never left anyone behind if I could help it. I sit back and rest my boots on the bed. Her frown smoothens out and I think she's falling asleep again.

I glance to the window, hoping Erwin isn't moronic enough to try and give her another team to look after. She was a great leader, and I knew she'd have done everything and anything to save those damned brats. But this was too much. She was still young. Heck, there was still something salvageable in that scattered head of hers. He had no right to jeopardise that. But then I consider who I'm thinking about. Of course he fucking would. I'd have to talk to him. Thankfully he hadn't been around for this outburst. His trust in this woman's stability wasn't great as it was. But he'd listen to me, this time, I'd make him listen.

Or I'd rip those fucking eyebrows clean off.