☾︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈 ☽︎

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖, 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 57𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠, 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑎.

<<Who the heck are you? >>

She was greeted with this sentence while the deep and flat voice echoed in the Captain's small office.

<< I'm Ginevra Willard. Sir>> She murmured, while the man raised an eyebrow, as he asked her to be more precise: << What are you doing here? >>

<<I'm your new ...- she stopped herself, swallowing and wondering why that man scared her so much -... temporary assistant.  >>

She waited for an answer, glancing around the room.  The walls did not measure more than three meters but everything was well maintained and there was not a speck of dust.  It was scary.  It was scary how perfect everything was, as if that man was a ghost and he had never used that room.  It was new and shiny.

<< Make me some tea.  >> He ordered.

<< Sorry? >>

<< Are you deaf?  Make me some tea. Well... I thought they would send me someone smarter.  >> He spat, then clapped his hands: <<Wake up, for fuck's sake. >>

Ginevra blinked, still puzzled.  She had never had great reflexes and her superior's behavior had blown her away.  He sure didn't seem exactly polite from how she'd seen him in the trial or other occasions, but this was a little too much.

Plus, and she knew why, she was sure those words would hurt less if they came out of someone like Reiner or Jean's mouth.

Before the raven could open his mouth again, the girl hurried away from the room in search of the drink.  A tea.  Where on earth did he get tea?  She couldn't go back.  She couldn't bother him yet.  She was a stupid, stupid, stupid little girl.  Where the heck was she running?  Why was she so confused?  Great, she'd gotten anxious.  Idiot.  Complete Idiot.  Yes, they should have been looking for someone smarter, not her.

She found herself in the middle of the corridor, stopping abruptly, impaled and ignorant. At least she wasn't lost.

Or maybe yes?

She looked around, looking for a familiar face.  She had to ask someone.  She sighed, cursing herself for having her reflexes at the wrong time.  She shouldn't have been like this.  What a figure.  What a shame.

She tried to breathe.  She was all right, now she would stop someone she knew and ask him where the tea was.  Too bad there was no one.  It was deserted.  Could she have ended up in the corridor of the commander's office?  She asked herself, after noticing the one big door she had in front of her.

Strange that there weren't the usual comings and goings.

No, she now she had to find the goddamn tea.  There was no time to think about Erwin and who passed in that corridor.

She was panicking again. What kind of soldier was she? So weak...  She had fought the giants and now she was going to get anxious for a homunculus who made her blush every damn instant she breathed?  It was inconsistent.  She closed her eyes and shook her head.

Falling in love with him hurted her.  It tarnished her sense of justice and made every human being other than the lover tremendously opulent and boring.  She hated being in love.  Besides, which person does she fall in love with after barely having three sentences with him?  Which two were insults?  She had mostly watched him interact with others from afar.  She was in love with love.  Just because she needed something to think about that didn't make her sad.  What an annoying person she was, she she said to herself.  She was boring, strict in rules and anxious.  She couldn't even describe her character, she was so complex that she didn't understand herself.

"Stop wandering."  She thought, shaking her head.  She had to apply.  She was Ginevra Willard.  Ten out of ten.  The golden student.  She had a damn brain and she had to make it work properly.  She remembered when Sasha, trying to get her to steal something for her, had told her that the kitchen of the headquarters had everything and more.  Even though she was on the other side of the facility.  Marvelous.  She had already wasted too much time and even if she had been given a map, she would never, ever settle in that place.

The captain was already sad, and disappointed.  She now she would have let him down even more.

This thought triggered the spark that animated one of the girl's main fears.  The delusion.  She had to be perfect, not disappointing.  She wouldn't have taken it.  She herself did not allow herself to fail.

She ran through the corridors, looking for landmarks.  She tried to project into her mind when foreman Hanji showed her the building.  She had never been a running champion, quite the contrary.  She felt a superficial despair peep.  She hated places she didn't know, she hated everything she didn't know.

"Knowledge is a sword and a shield" she always told Connie, that she didn't want to know about studying what little there was to know about giants.

<< I will have the real swords and they will work the same!  >> she retorted the other, and then pecked a fist on his head.  A punch like the one she would have gotten from the captain if she hadn't returned within a decent time frame.

Maybe she should have gone into hiding and never come back after the figure she had made.  To live in secret in the headquarters for about ten years, then reappear as if nothing had happened.
If only it wasn't like that ... her.  Since when was she so dramatic?  She was probably exaggerating, there was no need to worry.

It was the last sentence her mind produced before her forehead met a smooth hard surface and she jumped back instinctively placing a hand where the pain began to spread.

<< Great.  You hit a wall.  Great Ginevra.  >> she commented, as if she were an external individual:<< You understand math but not that you can't walk into walls. >>

She shook her head for the umpteenth time, as if she were disapproving of herself.  She must have arrived.  She thought too much and about the wrong things, she had to focus even though she still burned the way she had behaved before her.

She dashed into the kitchen, oblivious to her eyes that had rested on her and frantically opening various doors, slamming them as she closed them.  The few who took care of the canteen exchanged perplexed glances:<<Are you looking for something? >> she asked one of them.

<< Y-Yes!  Some tea.  I'm looking for tea. >> She whispered, while the man in front of her shook his head in sign of not having understood.

<< TEA>> she screamed, then coughing from the effort.  She blushed after realizing her erroneous tone of voice and cringed.  Today was definitely not a good day.

She resumed her frantic run towards the captain's office, being careful not to spill on the floor the perfumed liquid into her cup.  Without saying a word she dodged those she met and hoped to go unnoticed.  She glanced briefly at a clock hanging on one wall, noting that she was terribly late.

She found the Captain outside the door, with an indecipherable look.  She swallowed saliva  and handed him the cup: << Tea.  >>

<< Where the fuck did you get it? >> He asked her, without batting an eye, while her anxiety grew in the brunette.

<< I-In the kitchen ... >> she replied, trying not to move any muscle in her eyes, which would do anything to meet the floor rather than the gray spheres of the man.

Her superior waved something in front of her eyes, which she later recognized as a tea leaf: << Why the fuck didn't you ask yourself where the tea was before? >>

<<E-Excuse me ... I ... >> She finally lowered the gaze of a beaten dog, and then startled at the voice of the other.

<< So?  This tea? >>

She handed him the cup, now lukewarm, and he brought it to her mouth, then returned the container with the liquid.

<< If the floor didn't get dirty, I would pour it on the ground.  I wipe my ass with this shit.  It's cold.  Look for someone to teach you how to do something.  >> He went back to her office and slammed the door in her face, leaving her once again disappointed and perplexed.

Fantastic, Wonderful.  She didn't know how to do anything, if she had also been told by the captain, it could only be true.  He was known for being an outspoken person.  He was known that he didn't hesitate to say what he thought.  Ah.  Damn.  Stupid Captain Levi.  No, no ... It was his fault, not the superior's.  She had been the incompetent.  She had done nothing but collect fools that she probably would never forget, even if she wanted to.

What a bad day.