( She considers this for a moment, making connections in her head before she lifts a hand, brushing her hair back off her face. )

So that's what Mikasa meant about the two of you being pulled to different worlds.

( Her gaze slides back to Jean, still thinking. )

Or part of it.

( She holds herself very still at the mention of Marco's name, averting her gaze back out to the waters. If he knows about Marco, then he knows it wasn't Annie acting in malice for the sake of it; malicious in stripping off his gear as ordered, yes.

But Marco being alive here too... she can't tell if it's just guilt, something like relief that Marco had a chance for living beyond the murderous constraints of their world, or if exhaustion is just making it harder for her to feel anything coherent right now. )

I'm... glad to hear that.

( She doesn't ask about Sasha, or if any of the scouts lost chasing her down were here too: she's less emotionally considerate of them, but Marco still hits hard in a way that intruded into her regular nightmares. )

... Have you been happy?

( She's even a bit genuine in asking. It's a larger question that she doesn't want to frame: is Mikasa happy in a world where she doesn't yet have to live with killing Eren, is Marco happy having any world to be part of and experience what it offers beyond the constraints of the Walls the Paradis soldiers grew up within.

Is happiness quantifiable? Annie has no damn clue, but people probably have some idea, don't they? )