[ Tomorrow, when her arms and feet can move once more, when her lungs pulse for air. He’ll give an order and she’ll be able bodied to obey it. Freezing to death and waking up seems as shapeless as any miracle, well beyond her comprehension, but she’ll damn well take it if it’s offered.
His expression is muted, what little she catches of it. Mute, mint-sharp contemplation and it sits so oddly on him. A moment doesn’t pass that Mikasa is unaware of it.
Her fingers are numb, too steady with it, nail beds blackening as her skin stretches, bloating with frostbite. ]
- captain?
[ One more thing, while she still has air to give her words on. ]
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His expression is muted, what little she catches of it. Mute, mint-sharp contemplation and it sits so oddly on him. A moment doesn’t pass that Mikasa is unaware of it.
Her fingers are numb, too steady with it, nail beds blackening as her skin stretches, bloating with frostbite. ]
- captain?
[ One more thing, while she still has air to give her words on. ]