[“Listen to yourself.”
[Aubrey’s getting really tired of being scolded.
[She feels like she’s disappointed him—she’s nearly certain she has, because although she won’t pretend to know Armin well, “hellbent,” out of him?]
[“I should take that as a compliment.” It’s not one. Aubrey knows that.]
[But it’s Armin’s denial that gets her.]
Yes. You are. Listen to yourself! [She points the bat at him, wood caught in the nails.] People like us, me and Eren [it’s less choking to say if it’s not just her]—we can’t “just” love if we fucking try. It hurts.
[Armin’s memory montage, that sweet, soft love… so goddamn beautiful. Scenes from a storybook, a fairytale; people like Armin get to have those, deserve to. Aubrey wants to cry.]
If you don’t understand that… [She swallows, instead, lifting her chin; arrogant, as if at knifepoint.] Good.
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[“Listen to yourself.”
[Aubrey’s getting really tired of being scolded.
[She feels like she’s disappointed him—she’s nearly certain she has, because although she won’t pretend to know Armin well, “hellbent,” out of him?]
[“I should take that as a compliment.” It’s not one. Aubrey knows that.]
[But it’s Armin’s denial that gets her.]
Yes. You are. Listen to yourself! [She points the bat at him, wood caught in the nails.] People like us, me and Eren [it’s less choking to say if it’s not just her]—we can’t “just” love if we fucking try. It hurts.
[Armin’s memory montage, that sweet, soft love… so goddamn beautiful. Scenes from a storybook, a fairytale; people like Armin get to have those, deserve to. Aubrey wants to cry.]
If you don’t understand that… [She swallows, instead, lifting her chin; arrogant, as if at knifepoint.] Good.