[ Three KIAs isn't that bad, and Mikasa doesn't dwell on it since it's not anyone that know but. She'd seen that Sasha had been transferred and she greets the news with stony silence. It's better than the alternative; that she died in this desolate place again. (Like the rest of them probably would. Her mission freebie demanded that her and Eren remain on the same crew, though it isn't a request that would save either of them from danger.)
When it's apparent that Eren is done, she just offers a short nod—silent again. It settles this time, and they both return to the recesses of their thoughts; pointless things that Mikasa wouldn't bother saying out loud, futile thoughts and wishes that would serve no purpose in the cruel reality of their lives.
But the two of them had survived. It had been a long time they'd been employed by the CDC, faced with powers greater than the both of them combined, and they'd survived. Not entirely by a feat of skill, so perhaps they do have some bit of fortune on their side.
Then, her attention wanders once more to their surroundings, and she shifts in the oversized chair, leaning toward the side so that she can examine the mirrors and the worn, old and dusty supplies that sit at their base. It's all rather familiar. ]
This looks like a barber shop. [ She imagines at least, it's not like she'd frequented them.
The point is that it's startling human. Perhaps they'd landed on some strange earth. ]
no subject
When it's apparent that Eren is done, she just offers a short nod—silent again. It settles this time, and they both return to the recesses of their thoughts; pointless things that Mikasa wouldn't bother saying out loud, futile thoughts and wishes that would serve no purpose in the cruel reality of their lives.
But the two of them had survived. It had been a long time they'd been employed by the CDC, faced with powers greater than the both of them combined, and they'd survived. Not entirely by a feat of skill, so perhaps they do have some bit of fortune on their side.
Then, her attention wanders once more to their surroundings, and she shifts in the oversized chair, leaning toward the side so that she can examine the mirrors and the worn, old and dusty supplies that sit at their base. It's all rather familiar. ]
This looks like a barber shop. [ She imagines at least, it's not like she'd frequented them.
The point is that it's startling human. Perhaps they'd landed on some strange earth. ]