She nodded in agreement, wholeheartedly agreeing that it was cowardly. "The people in the interior have never even seen a Titan. They don't know what it is that we're fighting on the front lines." She clenched a fist at her side. "They don't know what it is that we're fighting for and paying for with our lives."
She smiled gently though, wondering what life could be if it were entirely different. If they could have a world where teenagers didn't have to be soldiers. She sat down on the sofa in front of the screen, feeling a bit strange to be relaxing so much as she is now. "It didn't seem that way to me. We...it was a miracle to live day to day, really," she murmured softly. She was lucky to be here, Mikasa knew that. If Eren hadn't wound up being a Titan...she'd be dead. She had that close call and he was the only one to save her, again.
Her fingers brushed against the scarf around her neck, then turned her attention to the television in front of her. "It's not all bad. I do get to be with my friends," admitted Mikasa quietly. "I guess in that way, it's not all that different from school. We do learn in classrooms, but we learn drills and ways to survive, training techniques, ways to kill the Titans."