[ Ackerman’s response takes him aback. A myriad of subtle emotions ripple rapidly across his expression, and the smile widowed in their wake is a small, strained thing—there and gone. If only the fire blazing in her heart was enough to save her. Maybe it will, he realizes. Not tonight, no. But on the morrow, when she stirs in a makeshift, metal coffin beneath the morgue… She’ll need that spirit. ]
Noted.
[ There’s no attempt made to argue with her; he refuses to be baited into debating the limitations and possibilities of equipment he knows better than any other. Mikasa is without a doubt as stubborn as her “brother.” ]
Are you an idiot? [ Scowling faintly, he shakes his head. ] Cover up your face, brat. I can hear you just fine through the scarf.
[ Harsh rebuke delivered, he then shifts his weight and acknowledges her salute with one of his own. Approval darkens his gaze. ]
no subject
Noted.
[ There’s no attempt made to argue with her; he refuses to be baited into debating the limitations and possibilities of equipment he knows better than any other. Mikasa is without a doubt as stubborn as her “brother.” ]
Are you an idiot? [ Scowling faintly, he shakes his head. ] Cover up your face, brat. I can hear you just fine through the scarf.
[ Harsh rebuke delivered, he then shifts his weight and acknowledges her salute with one of his own. Approval darkens his gaze. ]