[He doesn't answer. And for a while, he doesn't budge. Hangs by the doorway in mute but slowly simmering anger until it's clear that whatever this message was, they're done sending it. Those things in the air aren't titans, they don't slow down at night. There are a hundred reasons why heading out alone into the black of the night to chase them down for vengeance would be a terrible idea. They can't stand for this, they'll fight back. They can't do it alone.
Finally, eventually, he takes a step backward. And another. Until he's turning and ducking in under the top of the bunk to drop gracelessly and tiredly down onto it. Too-close to Mikasa, knocking shoulders with her in an unsubtle way, knocking his head back against the hull of the rover to fume silently at her side. He hadn't had the time or the foresight after waking to stop and pull his boots on, his winter coat, his weapons. Because he'd needed to know what was happening (what was happening to her) and if it came to the worst, the best weapon he has is himself. The snow they'd trailed in after them is melting onto the floor, to the tsking of the haroomba.
His hands are pulled into fists, resting on his bent knees.]
The hell were you doing out there, anyway?
[Because she was out there in the thick of it, and he hadn't even known it. Wouldn't have known she was in danger until it was too late. (And isn't that a taste of his own medicine?)]
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Finally, eventually, he takes a step backward. And another. Until he's turning and ducking in under the top of the bunk to drop gracelessly and tiredly down onto it. Too-close to Mikasa, knocking shoulders with her in an unsubtle way, knocking his head back against the hull of the rover to fume silently at her side. He hadn't had the time or the foresight after waking to stop and pull his boots on, his winter coat, his weapons. Because he'd needed to know what was happening (what was happening to her) and if it came to the worst, the best weapon he has is himself. The snow they'd trailed in after them is melting onto the floor, to the tsking of the haroomba.
His hands are pulled into fists, resting on his bent knees.]
The hell were you doing out there, anyway?
[Because she was out there in the thick of it, and he hadn't even known it. Wouldn't have known she was in danger until it was too late. (And isn't that a taste of his own medicine?)]