Mikasa nodded. "I am well. I'm alive, fed, clean." A lot cleaner than she ever was on the road. "I feel like Queen Historia," she said with a hint of a smile. "She had a heir, opened schools for orphans, she's telling people the truth. People love her and you'd like who she has become." A nagging thought that Levi would protect her regardless, because that was what Ackermans did popped into her mind, but she dismissed it.
"I have been reading people's comments." She hadn't commented on anything, but she'd read everything. "There are a lot of people who got here that just died or are about to die." It was different from the type of death that eventually takes everyone. "Do you think it's a chance for second chances? Is this why we're here? Are we about to die? I know you live another four years, but was this the mission that killed us?" Maybe others didn't think like that, but she liked to think of all the possibilities.