[ Mikasa, for her part, can’t make much of anything from Souji’s appearance. Having never been properly educated outside of the military, she’s never seen a school uniform. The oddities of his outfit, neat embroidery and logos tucked within, are completely lost on her. He’s taller than her, which isn’t always common with young men her own age - or even men twice her age - and, if she were more apt at comparing people, he might remind her of Bertholdt. Fortunately, Mikasa isn’t that whimsical. She looks at a stranger and sees a stranger.
Well, not a stranger now.
Yu Narukami. Similar to her in some respects, although she doesn’t know of it. If Mikasa had been told more about her mother’s culture, it may have occurred to her. If Mikasa had much tendency or need to look in the mirror, it may have occurred to her. ]
Mikasa Ackerman.
[ Of the 104th. Meaningless to him, of course. With no ears to hear it, it goes unsaid. Primly, with little emotion behind it, she adds, ]
no subject
Well, not a stranger now.
Yu Narukami. Similar to her in some respects, although she doesn’t know of it. If Mikasa had been told more about her mother’s culture, it may have occurred to her. If Mikasa had much tendency or need to look in the mirror, it may have occurred to her. ]
Mikasa Ackerman.
[ Of the 104th. Meaningless to him, of course. With no ears to hear it, it goes unsaid. Primly, with little emotion behind it, she adds, ]
Nice to meet you.