Impact

I watched as the Commander of the Survey Corps knitted his eyebrows together. I assumed he had been known about the assassination from the beginning, probably days before the ball. He was trying to make a good impression on the Corps so that Harold would donate more than he was planning initially tonight. To the legion that harbored the soldiers who had saved his precious sweetheart. And even if I was wrong that that wouldn't be the case, and all Erwin Smith had been trying to do was to protect me, it still didn't make up for all the troubles he caused me last week. It was very petty but I couldn't help the smug smirk forming on my face. I took great pleasure from his baffled expression.