An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Who’s ready for Wednesday this time? It clearly wasn’t me, sorry for the delay! But it’s all go now, and in the aftermath of Ymir’s party, everyone is looking for a way to put the pieces back together, with varying degrees of success.
“…I don’t really want to go home,” Sasha says quietly. She’s sitting between them again, but this time there’s no warmth or playful fondness. Everything is cold, muted, and dead.
Marco can feel Mina’s eyes on him from the rear view mirror, and he stares at his feet for a long time before responding.
“I need to talk to Ymir.”