Levi could still see quite well, and Erwin's degree of focus was palpable in both the standing of hair and the rising in his chest. He swiped his queen's bishop across the board, again moving rapidly. Then he drank, draining his glass as visions of the game's progression appeared in slivers. It lead to serviceable position, and no lurking dangers he could ascertain.

"How about yours?" he said. "Since you still won't let me have the Ape Titan's head, I'd take the second best one I can think of."

Crude, but it could have been worse. For instance, he left out any reference to a forsaken backroom in the castle that desperately needed a selfish touch; but, as much as Levi would have liked to throw that particular word back at Erwin, all the wine in Pixis' cellar couldn't loosen his tongue to such extremity.