[ Age thirteen. Konstantin, usually rather good at controlling his expressions, can't quite conceal the widening of his eyes, the expression of surprise. ]

...You really were just a kid then.

[ In that case... yes, he can see how much Levi might have matured by age eighteen. Been forced to mature. All of it is a highly upsetting thought. He can't imagine his own son being forced into service at such an age, just freshly a teenager.

He runs a hand over his mouth, looking back over to the bodies nearby. When he speaks, it's softly. ]

Do things like this... make you upset? Make you remember things you don't want to?