Her eyes were tired with darker circles, redder whites, and droopier eyelids. Just like everyone else, for a change. The mission was a failure, and everyone just wanted to go to sleep in their own little quarters and forget about all the friends they'd lost a few hours earlier. Tears would fall and lives would change again and the morning would be disappointing and harsh.
Yes, Levi believed he could predict the future - to an extent.
At least, when it came to grief. Though he had always believed Hanji to be a genuine person, he also couldn't help but think that her constant energy was something of a protective cloak. The Captain had never seen her so drained as when they had all sat in the dark of the mess hall, sipping bland tea in the torchlight. She look washed out. Drained. Exhausted.
Just like everyone else.
Maybe that's what she really was like inside, Levi thought, as he watched her get up to leave, her messy hair glancing the low light away.
"Research needs to be done! Tell Moblit I'm sleeping!"
Almost.
I feel like this one was a little crappy. Having some writer's block, I guess :/