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Levi stalked over to the desk Irvin had been sitting at; he wanted to see for himself the extent to which his underling had been abused. He also wanted to give Eren all the time he could to accept that whatever had been happening to him this past month was now over and that he could return to normalcy (if you'd consider transforming into a giant titan and fighting for humanity to be normal).
Scanning over the pages, it was clear to Levi that Böse had gone too far, and furthermore, he had enjoyed it. The corporal felt his fingers grow numb as he gripped the paper and read a few excerpts:
[ Day 5: The subject asked why I wasn't feeding him. Said he didn't think that was part of the experiment. Likes to go off on these rages that piss me off. Subject was rewarded with his rations for the day, dosed in some of the cleaning products I was left with. At first when I heard the subject in pain I was feeling pretty smug, but all of the moaning and crying got substantially distracting. Told him if he didn't shut up I'd hang him from the ceiling with his maneuver gear straps. It took a demonstration for the subject to get the point.]
[ Day 11: 40 horizontal lacerations to the chest. Removal of all four limbs with bucksaw when subject was getting too rowdy. Didn't make a sound the rest of the day.
Thought subject was unresponsive, so 1 gallon of boiling water was poured over him. Persistent jerking and curling of the subjects remaining body confirmed that subject was still responsive.]
[Day 14: Referred to the manual left by Commander Irwin, appendix IV-A regarding the bones of the body. 87% of the subject's bones were either fractured or crushed with an iron bone vise. Femurs were the most resistant to breaking. Earlier observation of the subject jerking away whenever touched has intensified and become consistent.]
Levi stopped reading. He didn't allow himself to move, or blink, or feel. He thought back to the day he left Eren in the compound. He had selfishly wanted to leave Eren there and head back as quickly as possible because it was late and he had been tired and hungry. Eren hadn't said a word, he had quietly given Levi his full trust and what had that earned him? Insurmountable pain is all that he has learned to expect. Irvin had handpicked the man responsible; he went through numerous interviews with various soldiers and out of anyone, he chose this person. The judge and everyone in the military court agreed to let this happen-they were tickled pink at the idea of being able to fully control their titan pet and didn't give a shit how it happened.
There was no longer anyone that Levi would trust with Eren any longer. He quietly decided, gripping these vile papers in the ground level office of the scouting legion's separate compound, standing over a bloodied room and bloodied soldier, that Eren Jaeger, from this moment on, would be his and his alone. His responsibility, his burden, his legacy. He swore by the naked pain in those words he had read, that no one would dare speak the words "Eren Jaeger" without his permission. He gained strength from this resolve, and finally allowed himself to set the papers down and descend the winding stairs to confront the boy again.
This time, in the dungeon, he didn't hesitate when crossing the room to Eren.
"I'm going to carry you upstairs." These words were more of a formality than an actual warning-Levi knew that Eren would involuntarily react to him reaching out and picking the boy up-whether he was warned or not. Still, he did so, and upon ignoring the violent cringes and tremors that Levi's efforts were met with, an alarm went off in his mind noting that Eren was dangerously light. He filed this information away in the "problems to deal with" section of his mind and made the trek back up to the office, hopefully for the last time. Begrudgingly, he set Eren down on the small cot that had been used as Böse's bed for that past month. The thought angered him, and if he had the choice of setting Eren anywhere else, he would have.
Now, fully illuminated by daylight, it was obvious that the boy was in desperate need of some medical attention. There were various injuries that had bled through his clothes and it was obvious that they were not healing. With some patience, Levi inspected one on Eren's forearm-the wound was not even clotting up to healthy human standards, let alone to that of a titan's regeneration abilities. Levi snuck a look up at Eren's face-he was quiet and appeared dazed-probably trying to accept the gravity of the situation.
"Eren, I'm going to dress your wounds and make you something to eat. If I don't, you'll die…after that, we can talk, okay?" Eren didn't look up, but only gave a small nod and Levi set about to gather what first aid supplies he could from the room and what he had on him at all times. With little more than some gauze, tape and water, he began dressing Eren's wounds. The corporal didn't bother asking whether he had wrapped anything too tight, years of direct experience with his own injuries had eliminated the need. Although it was beginning to get on his nerves that Eren would wince at his touch over and over without exception, this frustration was only due to the fact that his movements were making it harder to properly treat him. When he ran out of gauze, only smaller, less serious cuts remained uncovered; Levi simply flushed them with water and hoped for the best.
Levi then turned his attention to making something quick to eat. Inspecting Eren's body for wounds had made it ever more clear that the boy was indeed severely malnourished and on the brink of starvation. For now, he thought, some cooked rice would do, so he lit a fire and waited for some water to boil. He was going to use this time to gather his thoughts, but a voice interrupted him.
"I don't… I-I mean…" Eren gestured to his stomach, "I'll just throw it up…"
"You have to eat." This was not Levi's opinion. This was an unwavering fact if Eren wanted to survive. Eren appeared to struggle with his reply, it was obvious that he didn't want to talk about what had happened to him.
"…my body thinks it's all poison."
Levi added the rice to the water to cook and tried to keep himself calm. He wanted Böse's head on a silver platter.
"Just…keep down what you can for now." Eren nodded. When the rice was done, Levi gave a small portion to Eren and took the rest himself knowing that even if he could keep any down, Eren's stomach would not be big enough to hold much. Levi gave him a big spoon to eat with because his hands were too shaky too be able to use anything else and Eren took a few tentative bites, chewing excessively. Levi began eating his own rice, and stared hard into his bowl as he said the words that neither men were ready for.
"Let's talk."
