[‘I don’t.’ ‘You don’t know me, either.’ Or even ‘It doesn’t matter what we deserve, anyway, when we just get this.’ But it’s all stifled. Aubrey cries in earnest, like it feels like she has every fucking day since they barged back into her life, changing it yet again, irrevocably, forever.

[Focus, Aubrey. Don’t… don’t get lost in that, now.]

Armin… [He’s here, now. She can control herself enough to focus on that.] Why do you think we’re here…?