Levi was not in his military uniform. He was wearing a three piece tailored suit. The same outfit he had on when they were in the carriage. He sat in the chair for what felt like an hour before asking his question.

"Who are you?"

Jason gulped.

He had told Jean and Armin a distorted version of the truth, but he wasn't about to divulge that information to this man. Armin and Jean kept him safe in a dangerous situation. Levi on the other hand had threatened him with a blade. Twice.

Jason stayed silent.

Levi clicked his tongue in frustration. "I figured that would be your response." Levi got up, glaring at Jason.

"Until you answer that question, you'll be my personal prisoner. Anywhere I go, you follow. And if you refuse, I'll take your life. Do you understand?"

Jason nodded slowly.

"Good." Levi then pointed to the closet. "Change your clothes. Jean will help with any equipment you have trouble putting on." He left the room.

Jason let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't noticed he was holding his breath until the man left. For some strange reason, Levi had a grip over him he couldn't understand. When they first met, he reminded him of Reyna. But he seems to be worse than her on every level. The only time he had shown him any ounce of sympathy was back at the church. He recalled what he said.

You're human. Just like the rest of us.

Jason then remembered what he did to Annie in the forest.

Was that man really human? He wondered.

Jason proceeded to get up and open the closet. He grabbed the pile of clothes and placed it on the bed. He separated the pile.

On the bed lay the following: a pair of white pants; his camp half-blood shirt; a dark brown sash; a short light brown jacket decorated with the winged logo of the scouts, and something that looked like a shoulder gun holster. The last item laying on the mattress were multiple belts and buckles. All the items stared back at him waiting to be donned. He had no idea where to start.

He decided on the things he did know. He changed his jeans for the white pants and white collar shirt for the camp half-blood t-shirt. Deciding against the future looking logo, he wore it inside out.

Someone suddenly burst through the door.

Jason turned around to a familiar blonde head.

"Jason! You're ok!" Armin exclaimed.

Armin then grabbed Jason's shoulders and shook. Being that Armin was shorter than him, it took a lot out of the boy to shake him. "I'm so glad! I'm sorry I ignored you all this time. The Commander ordered us not to speak to you until he could figure out what to do with you. Are you feeling alright? Do you have any injuries?"

"Armin! Calm down. The guy just woke up." Jean pulled him away from Jason.

Jason chuckled. He liked being among friends.

"It's alright Jean, I'm ok. But Levi just said I was his prisoner, so maybe I'm not in the best situation?" Jason seemed to be asking himself more than the others.

Armin gave him a puzzled expression.

"What happened?"

Jason explained his 'meeting' with their captain.

Jean slapped his hand to his forehead. "I told you not to piss him off."

"I literally said nothing Jean."

"Exactly! You pissed him off."

Jason didn't know how to respond to that.

"Anyways, the Captain ordered me to help you with the gear, so I'm going to do that. Meanwhile, why don't you try and explain your situation to us better." He grabbed the holster looking equipment. "Raise your arms." He placed the equipment on his back, each hoop going through each of his arms. "That half ass explanation in the forest isn't gonna cut it with the Commander."

Armin didn't say anything, but his face indicated he was curious as well. Jason sighed, "I don't know where to start."

"Start from the beginning." Armin suggested.

"We'd be here all night if I did." Jean began donning his legs with multiple belts.

Armin put his finger to his chin, "Then start with your latest memory. What was the last thing you did before I found you?"

Jean lopped the belt on his chest.

"Well, I died."

Jean raised his eyebrow. Armin didn't move a muscle.

"Huh?" Jean questioned loudly. Jason closed his eyes in frustration.

"You asked me the last thing I remember. The last thing I did before waking up in that field was dying."

"You have got to be kidding me." Jean placed the dark brown sash across his waist.

"I am not!" Jason raised my shirt.

"Hey! I'm trying to put this…" Jean and Armin's eyes widened at the scars on Jason's chest and stomach.

"Do you know anyone that can survive a spear to the heart?" Jason asked sarcastically.