[Unfortunately one severed arm looks much like another, especially in the dark. So there's little knowing who is out there, right now. And the not knowing is maddening in its own way. He's pulling his feet under him as she talks. Rolling up onto his heels, into a crouch, standing up to cross the distance and face her down. They're the same height, more or less, they always have been. It makes it easy to get in her face about it, toeing the line of her challenging blockade. He's already riled.
And he's not sure he's convinced they're not under attack. But he is convinced that she believes it. And Mikasa isn't stupid. (And she will tell him things he does not like, but she will not lie to him.) Even if it's a message—]
Are we just gonna let them do this?
[He doesn't know everyone in the CDC. He doesn't like all of them. It doesn't matter. They're comrades, right now. Even if they're dead already, even if it's a warning, are they planning on bowing to it? Letting the things that killed them just get away with it?]
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And he's not sure he's convinced they're not under attack. But he is convinced that she believes it. And Mikasa isn't stupid. (And she will tell him things he does not like, but she will not lie to him.) Even if it's a message—]
Are we just gonna let them do this?
[He doesn't know everyone in the CDC. He doesn't like all of them. It doesn't matter. They're comrades, right now. Even if they're dead already, even if it's a warning, are they planning on bowing to it? Letting the things that killed them just get away with it?]