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Warm broad hands calloused at the tips and at both palms asserted their command by steering her vision elsewhere. She knew this sensation, this strange feeling that engulfed her body as though possessed by a ghost. This unraveling touch remained as new as it did some hours ago and Strange and odd as it seemed Mikasa gave into his comfort with heaviness at heart. Her eyes glossed over with thick sheets of unkept tears and lips trembled from it's unslaughth before he finally nestled her into his embrace.... "I am your commander Ackerman. but most importantly I am your equal"... .. The calming sound of his gruff baritone combed through her frazelled nerves, caressed her sadness before the inevitable occured ; and like a tidal wave of biblical proportion, Mikasa finally howled at the wind for the pain Eren had unconsciously inflicted into her heart...