[A scuffed knee would have been more of an injury. But she's letting him do it.
He might recognise the terse stillness though, the same as back when Yelena had loomed over her, asking one simple question. 'She looks like your mother, doesn't she?' As Kiyomi had approached. That was before the woman had made Mikasa uncomfortable with talk of her being their hope.]
They were. [Well Carla was. Grisha... Mikasa had liked Grisha. He'd always been nice to her, both before and after her parents had died. Even if she only just remembered him before that day. But he'd had a lot of secrets. There was no way of knowing what would have happened if he'd spoken out. Though that probably would have gotten the interior police's attention.
It's quiet. Not a nice comfortable quiet like Mikasa enjoyed, but she's not sure what to say. So she just waits, looking at her hand.]
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He might recognise the terse stillness though, the same as back when Yelena had loomed over her, asking one simple question. 'She looks like your mother, doesn't she?' As Kiyomi had approached. That was before the woman had made Mikasa uncomfortable with talk of her being their hope.]
They were. [Well Carla was. Grisha... Mikasa had liked Grisha. He'd always been nice to her, both before and after her parents had died. Even if she only just remembered him before that day. But he'd had a lot of secrets. There was no way of knowing what would have happened if he'd spoken out. Though that probably would have gotten the interior police's attention.
It's quiet. Not a nice comfortable quiet like Mikasa enjoyed, but she's not sure what to say. So she just waits, looking at her hand.]