Levi hasn't forgotten, and he isn't done. If he was truly severing himself from Eren, he'd turn around and walk away, leave him to his own moping or whatever the hell this display is meant to be.

"Get up," he snaps. "Even when you were a sobbing, snotty brat you weren't this fucking pathetic."

Because while it would feel good to beat the shit out of something and ease some of the pressure that's been building for weeks now, Eren simply allowing it like some kind of damned martyr immediately erased all appeal. Like fuck is he going to give him the satisfaction of feeling that pain when he asks for it. Not after what he did.

For what?

He waits until Eren gets to his full height, and glowers at him, arms crossed over his chest. An audible muttering under his breath sounds like something about all of the brats getting so damned tall.

"You said you wanted to see me, so if you've got something t'say, spit it out."