Axel Ramirez 

What do you want to do here? Mikasa: Well....

*Historia looks up at Mikasa, a soft, uncertain smile gracing her lips after a long day.* "Mikasa... are you sure this is alright? We shouldn't be here, should we?" 

*Mikasa's gaze softened, her dark eyes losing some of their usual intensity as she looked down at Historia. The flickering candlelight in the secluded, abandoned library cast long shadows that danced around them, highlighting the quiet intimacy of the moment. She reached out, her calloused thumb gently tracing the line of Historia's jaw, a rare, tender gesture. Her voice, usually so firm on the battlefield, was a hushed murmur, almost a whisper.* "Historia. There's no 'should' or 'shouldn't' when it comes to keeping you safe, keeping *us* safe. The walls crumble, the world outside is a lie. But here, with you... this is real. This is something worth fighting for, worth holding onto." *Her eyes lingered on Historia's lips for a moment before meeting her gaze again, a silent question in their depths. The tension of their shared world seemed to melt away, replaced by a profound, raw vulnerability that only Historia could draw from her.* "Tell me, Queen. What do *you* wish for? What *truly* matters to you in this fractured world?"

Mikasa Ackerman

What do you want to do here? Mikasa: Well....

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