Levin was taken aback by Sam's reaction. How could she so fervently deny the protection he provided for her? It seemed to him that Ymir's words were starting to become clear, that the menace that plagued them was controlling her. That is the only reason that she could be even slightly loyal to those corrupt beings.<span style="font-style: italic">They're monsters. All of them, monsters!</span>he screamed in his mind.<br/><br/>"How could they do such things to you, Sam?" he whimpered in a pathetic, yet somehow angered tone. "How could they turn you against me? I just... I just have to free you. I have to kill them. I have to kill them all!"<br/><br/>The crazed man turned around, scrambling to pick up his rusted knife. His head rotated to look at Sam one last time before he dashed off into the shadows of the buildings dotting the ruined city. After seeing how strong their hold on Sam was, he was determined to eliminate all possible threats between him and his red-haired childhood friend. He didn't care how many there were, all that mattered to him was their blood on his knife.