[ They're not wrong. Levi often thought of it that way himself, that or just claimed not to see any particular significance in the day he was born to begin with. But that's him, and this is Hange, and he's not going to let them feel like they're somehow less important just because they gave up their life for the Survey Corps' last mission. For the world. ]
What about, "congratulations on spending another year with us"?
[ With him. Does that not count? He thinks it fucking does. ]
[ He sighs quietly and pinches his portion in half with the fork, then leans over to shove one of the halves onto Hange's plate. He doesn't mind having some for company, but he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth and it's way too much. ]
[ He makes a half-annoyed, half-amused noise when they finally declare him right. Well. Whatever works, right? ]
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What about, "congratulations on spending another year with us"?
[ With him. Does that not count? He thinks it fucking does. ]
[ He sighs quietly and pinches his portion in half with the fork, then leans over to shove one of the halves onto Hange's plate. He doesn't mind having some for company, but he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth and it's way too much. ]
[ He makes a half-annoyed, half-amused noise when they finally declare him right. Well. Whatever works, right? ]
It's settled, then.