...who are we kidding. He doesn't. He's already preoccupied with pulling open the door to the rover by the time Mikasa warns him against it. And the warning doesn't stop him for more than a second or two, because it's obvious that something is going on, even if she won't tell him what. (And if it's dangerous— If Mikasa is out there—)
It's still dark. The light from the rover spills out behind him and before him, casting a long and narrow beam out into the camp. There are dark shapes on the blue shadows of the snow, broad strokes of gore spilled out in spatters. Fresh and visceral and very (very) red where they cross over into the light. He goes shock-still for a few seconds, fingers going too-tight on the frame of the door as the larger shapes resolve themselves into more familiar ones. (Arms, legs, faces—)
The shock only lasts a few seconds before it settles into something less paralyzing and more polarizing. He's seen this sort of thing before. He's seen it on Ajna before, during the lockdown, when they'd lost Sasha. He doesn't bother switching back to text, gritting his teeth and dropping down into the snow, scanning the darkness for any sign of whatever had done this. And for any sign of—]
are severed limbs cute...
...who are we kidding. He doesn't. He's already preoccupied with pulling open the door to the rover by the time Mikasa warns him against it. And the warning doesn't stop him for more than a second or two, because it's obvious that something is going on, even if she won't tell him what. (And if it's dangerous— If Mikasa is out there—)
It's still dark. The light from the rover spills out behind him and before him, casting a long and narrow beam out into the camp. There are dark shapes on the blue shadows of the snow, broad strokes of gore spilled out in spatters. Fresh and visceral and very (very) red where they cross over into the light. He goes shock-still for a few seconds, fingers going too-tight on the frame of the door as the larger shapes resolve themselves into more familiar ones. (Arms, legs, faces—)
The shock only lasts a few seconds before it settles into something less paralyzing and more polarizing. He's seen this sort of thing before. He's seen it on Ajna before, during the lockdown, when they'd lost Sasha. He doesn't bother switching back to text, gritting his teeth and dropping down into the snow, scanning the darkness for any sign of whatever had done this. And for any sign of—]
Mikasa?
[Where is she?]