[Oh. But even without any word, he's stubborn enough to believe this much.]
she can handle it
[Nothing they've seen so far with ALASTAIR could hold a candle to what they've already survived. Bolin had, after all, contacted him to ask after Mikasa, and it's as much an answer as he can give. It isn't meant to be falsely reasurring, or trite, it just is. She can handle it. Sometimes part of being a soldier is trusting your comrades to hold up their end of the metaphorical bargain, to do what needs to be done and survive to see you again while you do the same. (It still catches at his skin, grates against his nerves. He grinds his teeth while he says (thinks?) it.)]
no subject
she can handle it
[Nothing they've seen so far with ALASTAIR could hold a candle to what they've already survived. Bolin had, after all, contacted him to ask after Mikasa, and it's as much an answer as he can give. It isn't meant to be falsely reasurring, or trite, it just is. She can handle it. Sometimes part of being a soldier is trusting your comrades to hold up their end of the metaphorical bargain, to do what needs to be done and survive to see you again while you do the same. (It still catches at his skin, grates against his nerves. He grinds his teeth while he says (thinks?) it.)]