Aoko didn't know what caused this. Was it her loneliness? Has she grown bored with the familiar cold and stillness that her house now is? Either way, as she stood face to face with this one visage she had came to love and associate with Kaito; covered in white, hat on the floor and mouth agape. "I can explain," a bare whisper, but she was already gone.

"I'll be right back," Eren had promised, but Mikasa still waited for his quirky smile and well lit up eyes when she lay awake most nights.