“He’s worth saving. He is.”

[Aubrey, for all Mari and Armin can see, stares listlessly at her hand.]

[Mari… cannot begin to pretend she understands this. Not Armin, not Eren, not this world, not being dead. Maybe not even Aubrey, anymore.

[Yet Mari can understand pain. She can understand longing, and loneliness, and clinging to someone as if, in that moment, they’re the only person in the world.

[The relationship she’s thinking of is… different. Quite, quite different. But Mari’s not going to abandon Aubrey. No matter what.]

[She reaches out.] Aubr—
[Aubrey’s hand is cold. Her arm is cold. The fist unclenches, clenches, stiff.]
Aubrey?

“I love him.
“I really, truly do.”