The thought of it gets lodged within her, like her tongue wedged to the roof of her mouth. The impossibility of it is cloying. Under her half-frozen hands, the chill biting sharp and angry in her cheeks, Mikasa draws a steady breath; even that is half ice, however.
Against the wall, she sits down. Her legs are folded neatly beneath her, the precision inarguably military.
Quietly: ] Yes sir.
[ Lifting her head to the sky, she takes in what few stars have begun to glow. Someone more prone to whimsy might see laughter in their bright lights, the way it fades and sharpens in turn - but that’s not Mikasa. Never has been. She focuses solely on what is, eschewing dreams and delights for practicality, for survival. Tonight, she failed. But, there’s tomorrow, and Levi’s guiding hand. He would never say anything he didn’t mean. Knowing that, his faded words of praise ring warm and, for the moment, enough.
There's no regret in her tone, no sadness or ill will, when she adds, ]
I left a pile of wood out by that old diner, the one with the broken metal rods on the roof. [ Those are antenna, Mikasa. ] It should still be there in the morning.
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The thought of it gets lodged within her, like her tongue wedged to the roof of her mouth. The impossibility of it is cloying. Under her half-frozen hands, the chill biting sharp and angry in her cheeks, Mikasa draws a steady breath; even that is half ice, however.
Against the wall, she sits down. Her legs are folded neatly beneath her, the precision inarguably military.
Quietly: ] Yes sir.
[ Lifting her head to the sky, she takes in what few stars have begun to glow. Someone more prone to whimsy might see laughter in their bright lights, the way it fades and sharpens in turn - but that’s not Mikasa. Never has been. She focuses solely on what is, eschewing dreams and delights for practicality, for survival. Tonight, she failed. But, there’s tomorrow, and Levi’s guiding hand. He would never say anything he didn’t mean. Knowing that, his faded words of praise ring warm and, for the moment, enough.
There's no regret in her tone, no sadness or ill will, when she adds, ]
I left a pile of wood out by that old diner, the one with the broken metal rods on the roof. [ Those are antenna, Mikasa. ] It should still be there in the morning.