Her voice is still familiar, even after years of maturity from teen to adult, there's little mistaking her. Erwin has seen her in flashes of memories from beyond the veil, in the occasional times when he witnessed their dire struggles for their lives. She had fought hard, with all her heart.
Coming to life again, he's realized just how vague such an existence was, without worry or fear or a sense of time, indeed without much sense of self but for those infrequent glimpses when he could watch them all from afar. It's nearly like remembering someone else's memory, harder to reach or feel anything for. But Erwin remembers Mikasa in that time, and notes that she looks the same and yet quite different. Her hair and dress are quite different than anything Erwin has known for her, not that he could have claimed to know her habits outside being a soldier particularly well.
It suits her, though.
Erwin smiles at her, too subdued to be serene, but real. "I did. It's good to see you well, Mikasa." She's grown - it seems they all have, in one way or another. The thought is both wonderful and bittersweet.
"Do you think this world sends up the souls of the dead to the heavens?"
you're valid <3
Her voice is still familiar, even after years of maturity from teen to adult, there's little mistaking her. Erwin has seen her in flashes of memories from beyond the veil, in the occasional times when he witnessed their dire struggles for their lives. She had fought hard, with all her heart.
Coming to life again, he's realized just how vague such an existence was, without worry or fear or a sense of time, indeed without much sense of self but for those infrequent glimpses when he could watch them all from afar. It's nearly like remembering someone else's memory, harder to reach or feel anything for. But Erwin remembers Mikasa in that time, and notes that she looks the same and yet quite different. Her hair and dress are quite different than anything Erwin has known for her, not that he could have claimed to know her habits outside being a soldier particularly well.
It suits her, though.
Erwin smiles at her, too subdued to be serene, but real. "I did. It's good to see you well, Mikasa." She's grown - it seems they all have, in one way or another. The thought is both wonderful and bittersweet.
"Do you think this world sends up the souls of the dead to the heavens?"