Mikasa quietly observed the advancing man with great attention. She was still hostile in her voice, even many years after that one night, seven years ago. It haunted her till this day, and would most likely continue to do so forever. Though she had been reluctant to engage the two, the woman carried no love for the westerners. However, she clearly acknowledged her position. Much as she wanted to escape, she was not in a place to do so. 

The woman furrowed her eyebrows as the crusader spoke, supposedly having expected to be interrogated by the two. She frowned, before she spoke up. “He is neither. That man was out for revenge after the skirmish, simple as that.” Mikasa remained steadfast in her voice. Her eyes darted past the two of them. [i]What did happen to him?[/i] she wondered. Had the two bested him, their calm procedure towards her would be rather surprising. 

“No Heroshidan would go beyond that pass.  There was no doubt of your allegiance.” Mikasa nodded, folding her arms as she tried to defend her own action, for whatever reason. “I did not wish to attack you. Still, I hold no love for your people. Nor any forgiveness what the crimes you committed when you invaded during the first war.” Mikasa stared directly into the eyes of the crusader, examining the man. 

The forest was quite besides the three people, and a light breeze had run past them, Mikasa’s hair bending to the winds will. She looked to her side, catching a glimpse of her dancing hair. Her expression saddened, by the thought of Naria. She was most likely worried to the bone, especially if she had heard what had happened. Or perhaps she was waking up in the arms of that other servant, after the night. 

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