[ The moment he grants permission, the scarf is tugged back up over her mouth and nose. It doesn’t make much difference, however. By now, the scarf is hardened with the cold, moisture from the snow having melted from her breath and then frozen over anew as the temperature dropped further and further. Much difference is, however infinitesimally, not the same as no difference. It’s a comfort, as much as anything, memories of home and warmth and Eren soothing her.
And the salute, well. Something in her lifts, rising from recognition. ]
I see it.
[ He was right. The gas station does have a public toilet attached to the back, although long abandoned. The tablet is flipped around to show him the darkened area, high pine trees blotting out whatever little evening light was left. The mortar of the building is weakened, almost rotted, and graffiti colours the brick walls on and on. Kicking out toward the door, wood splinters under her heel but doesn’t give. A second attempt, a third - all nothing.
Mikasa’s breath has grown heavier now, the chill turning every small bit of exertion into a marathon. Panting, she resumes looking at the video, her eyes slowly losing their burn of disagreement from mere moments before. ]
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And the salute, well. Something in her lifts, rising from recognition. ]
I see it.
[ He was right. The gas station does have a public toilet attached to the back, although long abandoned. The tablet is flipped around to show him the darkened area, high pine trees blotting out whatever little evening light was left. The mortar of the building is weakened, almost rotted, and graffiti colours the brick walls on and on. Kicking out toward the door, wood splinters under her heel but doesn’t give. A second attempt, a third - all nothing.
Mikasa’s breath has grown heavier now, the chill turning every small bit of exertion into a marathon. Panting, she resumes looking at the video, her eyes slowly losing their burn of disagreement from mere moments before. ]