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_{Okay then.}

_{(Mikasa, the first thing you should understand is that you did not do anything wrong. Hopefully by now you’ve realized your adoptive brother is a huge jerk when it’s convenient for him to be.) With that in mind, he may have spotted Mikasa from across the plaza - the red of her scarf practically a call to arms for his attention. Eren, who is certain that she will have noticed him within milliseconds (seriously is she psychic or something?) is quick to abandon his post by the flower-sellers, doing whatever it was he had been doing with the bouquet of lilies that were now cradled carefully in his arms.}

_{He ducks out of view, down a path selected at random, and sets off at a brisk pace. While he can’t outrun her, he can definitely try to avoid her for as long as possible, weaving through the back streets and scooting down narrow alleys — presumably muttering to himself under his breath, sounding vaguely put out and annoyed because: “… damn it, Mikasa. You weren’t s’posed to be here.”}

_{Chances like these were rare to come by – the chance to stop for a moment and take a good look at those around her, that is. And when she thought about how these sort of people went about their daily lives like this, what they must have in mind for themselves, she had to wonder. Was this truly how this world was meant to be; what it was made out to be? To live such stifling lives behind these walls, under the illusion of a “peaceful” life? Her gaze wandered, sweeping past the grounds and the people treading along the area, taking in the sights, buildings and inventions these humans have brought forth. A vibrating melody rang in the air – the sound of an instrument being played, perhaps.}

_{It made her think. Did she really hate the world for what it has become? Perhaps so. Yet, her standpoint hadn’t ever really changed, never truly jaded with life. Though this world may not have left her to grow innocently optimistic, it hadn’t led her into becoming a mindless nihilist either. Life was complex, this much she understood, and it was these people who chose to lead such simple lives. Yet, she couldn’t blame them.}

_{Gaze settled offhandedly upon a street performer to the center of the plaza, a hand reached up to touch the red scarf wrapped around her neck, fingers brushing lightly against its ends. Her own movements provoked a memory of long-since, warm yet bittersweet. Indeed… She could never truly blame these people for yearning to live on peacefully without question, even if she wanted to. Because she herself was the same.}

_{–A prickling sensation soon nagged at her, however, drawing her attention from her reflective thoughts. She knew that feeling all too well – the feeling of a set of eyes settling themselves upon her form, and in a fleeting moment, her eyes darted over the violinist’s shoulder; and right across the area just a distance away, she caught sight of the retreating form of the person she’d only been thinking about not even minutes ago.}

_{Lips parted ever so slightly out of mild surprise, her body moved forward as if on auto-pilot, and soon her surprise quickly morphed into concern. She hadn’t found it likely, but, judging by the way he moved and the hunch she had sensed prior… did he just turn his back on her? … Because of her?}

_{He couldn’t be avoiding  her, could he? The mere thought of it might have piqued her – if not for the fact that she hadn’t seen him all day. Instead, it worried her.}

_{Her strides grew longer with each step she took, easily swerving past the people going about their businesses on the streets, and once she knew he was at least within earshot, she firmly called out to him.}

_{“–Eren.”}