A second Levi stood there. Physically he was identical to my Levi, except he wasn't. The was an impregnable air about him. A flawlessness. I had the feeling that if he removed his shirt, there wouldn't be any scars.

I couldn't hear anything the pretender was saying, but the real Levi's face was red and the veins in his neck throbbed. I was scared he was going to stroke out from rage. My blood dagger held aloft, I rushed the pretender and bounced off some kind of shield. ...