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【𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 】
*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*
HIMARI FEUERBACH WAS PISSED, TO SAY the very least. Anyone who encountered her in the Trost Headquarters building that day promptly turned and walked in the other direction or darted into a room nearby in an attempt to stay out of the absolute warpath that she was on.
Mikasa and Armin shared a look, the two of them practically fearing for the lives of Commander Pixis and Dharius Zackly, who had been on the receiving end of Himari's anger for the majority of that day. Neither of them had really wanted to wake her that morning, especially considering they were quite certain it was the first proper sleep she'd managed to get in almost a year, but when they'd heard that not only the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers, but Sora and the Commanding Members of the Horodakan Military had been detained for questioning about their loyalties towards Paradis, they knew they couldn't afford to allow her to sleep any longer.
As soon as they had filled her in on what had happened, she'd thanked them quietly for their hospitality before leaving the room quietly, as though she hadn't actually listened to a word either of them said. Himari, however, disappeared for an hour, returned in a fresh uniform without any remnants of the previous night's momentary lapse in the facade she had put on for the rest of the world. She looked as though nothing had happened - as though she hadn't spoken to Eren, as though he didn't even exist to her.
She simply marched off in the direction of Pixis' location, which she'd managed to get from a young member of the Garrison Regiment who had almost started crying after her quiet, all-too-calm murmur of "where the hell is Pixis?"
Mikasa and Armin, along with Jean and Connie, had all gathered in one of the many common rooms in the headquarters, sitting silently and very impatiently for Himari to join them after returning from being away all day. Jean kept glancing over at the door every few seconds, waiting for the white-haired woman to burst through in a fit of rage, just as she used to whenever she was particularly pissed off about something. Connie, however, was silent, staring out of the windows and down at the dimly-lit courtyard below.
The sound of a doorknob rattling caught everyone's attention and four pairs of eyes landed on their familiar, white-haired friend when she entered the room, kicking the door shut with her foot behind her. Jean watched quietly, his eyes fixated on her face. It was unnaturally pale, but there was burning anger that resonated in her gaze that she couldn't hide. Himari, despite how oddly calm she seemed, was furious.
She silently dropped into the seat beside Armin. He paused for a second, swallowing back the nerves that had made themselves momentarily present on his face, before he turned to Himari.
"How's Sora?" He asked, breaking the tense silence that had blanketed the room before she'd entered. Himari ran a hand through her hair, before she shook her head. She, once again, looked exhausted, though they could all see just how fed-up she seemed, too. There was a certain kind of frustration that they could practically see rolling off her in waves, judging by the way she was carding her fingers stressfully through her hair.
