[ Mikasa’s expression doesn’t flicker when he opens the door. He might be dressed up, trying to make them think back to a time where he was important in their lives, but that was years ago. Hange and Armin were the ones she called commander now, not him. It’s been years since Erwin was someone she consciously thought about, someone she might have fought hard to protect.
He’s certainly doing nothing to inspire that dedication here.
It’s really only Jean at her side that stops her from lashing out, and she looks Erwin in the eye without a hint of hesitation; her anger bristles through her like a lightning storm. The last time she was at this house she’d still trusted the inhabitants of it, and now her emotions are at war about it all. It’s her respect for Levi that helps soothe some of her irritation, and she nods her head once, sharply, as she steps inside.
She hovers a few steps in, waiting for Jean to join her, her crutch at the moment - and she’ll have to figure out some way to thank him later. ]
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He’s certainly doing nothing to inspire that dedication here.
It’s really only Jean at her side that stops her from lashing out, and she looks Erwin in the eye without a hint of hesitation; her anger bristles through her like a lightning storm. The last time she was at this house she’d still trusted the inhabitants of it, and now her emotions are at war about it all. It’s her respect for Levi that helps soothe some of her irritation, and she nods her head once, sharply, as she steps inside.
She hovers a few steps in, waiting for Jean to join her, her crutch at the moment - and she’ll have to figure out some way to thank him later. ]