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Levi is slumped forward in a wooden chair beside what looks to be a kitchen table with his elbows propped on his knees. Scuffed around the edges with bruising along his face with the right sleeve of his shirt rolled up where a lacerations on his shoulder has been stitched then hastily taped over with blood flecked gauze. No worse for wear but that his hair looks flat and unwashed and his eyes sunken in more than usual, Levi has obviously had A Day. ]
Nomos theorizes that the people born in this world are immune to whatever advancements are used to shove often volatile powers into imPorts like a bad enema on arrival. And sometimes you have to wonder if the impermanent nature of our lives here is the Lachesis system rotating us out in an effort to remove the risk of entropy in this stopgap force of imPorts. Keeps the majority fresh enough to absorb their rhetoric, and malleable with their abilities so we're never given the necessary time for them to be mastered.
Or it could be I'm just navel gazing after being ported out then dragged back in constipated in every sense of the word and looking like the cats dinner. I always was a chatterbox.
( SPOILERS FROM THE LATEST AOT CHAPTER BELOW AND IN THE COMMENTS )