[Mikasa would agree with the sentiment that he was as dumb as a brick. Back then and now. The huff of air escapes before she even manages to stop it. He...
He really liked to ask difficult questions, didn't he?
Questions that brought their own problems. She didn't have an exact answer. Or, she didn't think he'd accept the answer she did have. That he was home, that he'd given her some form of hope when she'd given up. That even if the world was cruel and merciless, it wasn't all bad. But... She didn't know how to say it.
He was already convinced that it was because he'd saved her. That wasn't it, it'd been the moment he'd wrapped that scarf around her. Given her a home when she thought she had nothing. No one. Then he'd grabbed her along, let her into his space with Carla and Grisha. The warmth of a family that she never thought she'd get to experience again after Mother and Father had been killed. Depending on how one looked at it, that could be seen as him saving her.
Could she think of the words that would make it clear that no. While the events were close, connected, her reason was different.
Her head tilted. Looking at his shoulder and wing as they walked along. Too short to really see his face for long and move at the same time. Taking a breath before speaking.]
...Does those things have to make sense? Does that mean there's a reason for you, how you feel?
[When he'd said he felt like more than a friend. She was actually curious. If there had to be a reason and it had to make sense, then what was his reason?]
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He really liked to ask difficult questions, didn't he?
Questions that brought their own problems. She didn't have an exact answer. Or, she didn't think he'd accept the answer she did have. That he was home, that he'd given her some form of hope when she'd given up. That even if the world was cruel and merciless, it wasn't all bad. But... She didn't know how to say it.
He was already convinced that it was because he'd saved her. That wasn't it, it'd been the moment he'd wrapped that scarf around her. Given her a home when she thought she had nothing. No one. Then he'd grabbed her along, let her into his space with Carla and Grisha. The warmth of a family that she never thought she'd get to experience again after Mother and Father had been killed. Depending on how one looked at it, that could be seen as him saving her.
Could she think of the words that would make it clear that no. While the events were close, connected, her reason was different.
Her head tilted. Looking at his shoulder and wing as they walked along. Too short to really see his face for long and move at the same time. Taking a breath before speaking.]
...Does those things have to make sense? Does that mean there's a reason for you, how you feel?
[When he'd said he felt like more than a friend. She was actually curious. If there had to be a reason and it had to make sense, then what was his reason?]