[ Of that, Mikasa is certain. This idea of moving walls sets her teeth on edge, draws her back to a single moment, closed eyes behind a crumbling wall, her hands too close to the threat. Despite that tension, she’s certain the illusion comes from the woman’s frayed thoughts and nothing in their new reality.
She starts to move, braving the mid-day snow without complaint. ]
Is there a fire in the fireplace?
[ A small cabin with a chimney… a plume of smoke rising from the roof would narrow that search further. ]
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[ Of that, Mikasa is certain. This idea of moving walls sets her teeth on edge, draws her back to a single moment, closed eyes behind a crumbling wall, her hands too close to the threat. Despite that tension, she’s certain the illusion comes from the woman’s frayed thoughts and nothing in their new reality.
She starts to move, braving the mid-day snow without complaint. ]
Is there a fire in the fireplace?
[ A small cabin with a chimney… a plume of smoke rising from the roof would narrow that search further. ]