[ Levi had been in the same boat for the duration of his months here—the year itself had never really crossed his mind, as he'd actually never asked it or heard it said—not until now, anyway. When Petra mutters on the subject, Levi turns to face her; his expression is much the same quiet stoicism that it's been since he first arrived at the event, although it turns upward in curiosity when the subject of the year is brought up.

Soon enough, Levi's turning his attention to the fireworks again. They're definitely a spectacle above and beyond any of the fireworks he'd seen at home; how many he'd seen being rather minimal, but absolutely nothing like this, and not with such a wide variation in color. It was remarkable, to be sure. ]

That's a bit of an understatement. It's been—too many fucking years to even try to understand what we've missed, I'm sure.