A/N:

First of all I'd like to say sorry for taking this long to update ;-; I've been really stressed and busy recently and didn't have time or really the will to write...I've gotten rid of my writer's block and I have more time to write now so updates will be more consistent.

When I was writing this, I noticed that I said wall Maria in chapter one when I meant wall Rose...I changed it, but I wanted to let you guys know...

Lastly, I just wanted to thank everyone for reading and commenting/favouriting/following etc. You have no idea how happy it makes me when I get a comment or an email saying someone liked one of my stories *cries* but no seriously I love you guys...don't be shy to criticize either (I'm all for constructive criticism)

*I'm also planning on adding author notes to all of my previously uploaded chapters (for all stories). You can look back if you haven't already looked them up on archiveofourown (AO3)

*Levi's POV

It was fun to watch the brat squirm under my gaze. It was obvious that he had something to say, and my chest burned in triumph when he remained quiet. Petra kept looking between us, clearly worried that I was going to injure the kid, but even if I was, I knew she would do nothing to stop me.

After working with the same group of people for as long as I had, you really came to understand them. Petra was as willing to turn me over to Erwin as I was to let people's jokes about my height slide by without punishment. Needless to say, I had nothing to worry about.

I made myself as comfortable as possible on the metal chair, leaning back and throwing one leg over the other. Erwin had ordered me to tell the brat about his new life, and I had, but I was supposed to be there for at least another hour. It pissed me off, but at least I could get a kick out of messing with the kid. It was easy and entertaining.

"Oi, brat. Calm down. You look like you have a stick shoved up your ass."

I laughed. He looked at Petra like I'd just kicked a puppy, and sighing, she rolled her eyes and frowned at me. Under the annoyance, I could see her relax. I guess she took my joking as a sign I wasn't going to kill the brat.

I shrugged my shoulders, not meeting her gaze. I was too fixated on the brat's face. If looks could kill, I would be on the floor. I could easily turn the tables, but decided against it. Little did he know, he was doing exactly what I wanted him to. I was completely and utterly right. Without the medicine clouding his brain, the kid actually seemed alive. While I was thinking over just what exactly I could talk to him to move along the time, he spoke up.

"Um, so why exactly am I here?" his eyebrows knitted together, "Corporal, sir?"

We stared at each other for a moment before I answered. "That, brat, is on a need to know basis. Anything else?"

His jaw tightened and when he spoke next, his voice clipped, "Well, then. Why can't I have visitors? Neither of you are wearing masks. I'm obviously not contagious."

Without meaning to, I felt my eyebrow rise. So the brat had noticed, didn't he? "That's classified too, I afraid. Next question."

"Is everything classified?"

I smirked and almost laughed, "I'm sorry, but that's classified."

The brat grunted in frustration, and I heard Petra stifle a laugh behind me.

"My turn, Eren." A pen clicked. Petra was probably taking notes, "Tell me whether or not the information is correct." Eren nodded as I flipped through his charts. "Your name is Eren Jaeger, fifteen years old. Yes. Your parents are Carla and Grisha Jaeger. Yes. Father is missing, mother is deceased." He paused so I repeated myself, my voice firmer, "Father missing, mother deceased. Yes, sir. You have one sister, a, Mikasa Ackerman, adopted. Yes."

I looked up from the papers; Eren had wrapped his knees around himself. Sighing, I found myself standing up. Petra, startled at my unexpected movement, also stood. "Tch, sit down. I'm just getting the damn brat a blanket." Both Eren and Petra stared as I made my way to his bed and opened the drawer under it to retrieve said cover.

As I handed it to him, his eyes widened. "Just take it."

"T-thank you, sir."

"Don't mention it, kid."

After sitting myself back down, I started again, "Can you give any names of the people you've been in contact with recently?"

There was a slight pause before he answered, "Um, Mikasa, Armin, Je-."

"Last names as well."

"Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirschtein, Annie- do I really need to say everyone? I've been in basic training for years. There's probably a list or something you can find. There were some strangers on the street I passed, but I don't think that counts. Is that all?"

"Petra go look up the records. I can do the rest myself." She hesitated, and when she finally walked over to the door, Eren's eyes followed her greedily. He wore his emotions on his face, clear as day. "Brat," I snapped my fingers to get his attention. "Don't even think about it. I really don't want to have to break your legs. It'd be a hassle to clean up."

His face fell, "W-what? What do you mean?"

"Don't give me that shit. You're a horrible liar, brat."

The brunette looked at his lap, "I know. Mikasa and Armin tell- sorry- told me that all the time." His lips turned up in a sad smile, and for some reason I didn't like that. "Their names are Mikasa," I looked at the notes Petra had been taking, "Ackerman and Armin Arlert, correct?"

Eren's eyes widened in shock, "Yes?"

"I'll tell you what. I'll see if one of my people can see what happened to them. Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes, sir. It would."

Ah, so the kid did remember. That was strange. Memory loss was a clear symptom of Stage 3. If that was the case, then either Eren didn't have T1 or the disease was evolving.

*/Information Currently Available for Public Disclosure/*

T-1 or T1 is an antagonist (it keeps your brain from properly sending information back and forth).

There are 3 stages documented to the disease:

The hindbrain is attacked first. Symptoms include increased sleep-almost coma-like, lowered reflexes, lack of balance, and difficulty with movement in hands. Stage one lasts around 4 days.

Next is the midbrain. Subject will have trouble with the senses (hearing, vision, etc.) Stage two lasts around 1 day.

Last, the forebrain is affected. Medicine is no longer an option at this point. Degeneration of the prefrontal cortex causes memory loss, the inability to reason, aggression and emotional instability. This stage lasts until death.