[When Aubrey tucks a finger under his chin, Armin lifts his head, eyes wide, wet, and pleading. Her words slice right through him. Maybe it should be a balm, but Armin doesn't feel soothed. For God's sake, they killed Eren. They killed Eren.
[They had no choice. Eren ensured that himself. But Armin isn't angry anymore. He remembers everything his friend told him. He should hate him, maybe, even so; of course, he never could.
[But Aubrey isn't from their world. Aubrey loves Eren. Aubrey's his wife. Armin remembers how it felt to see Mikasa carrying Eren's head toward him. He remembers the sound of his own screams. Cruelly, his mind replays the scene as if Aubrey were there. It's all too terrible to imagine.
[There is no God, but Armin is grateful to whatever force allowed Aubrey to live somewhere outside of the world of Marleyians and Eldians and Paradis and Titans.
[They gave him peace. He wants to believe it. If there is a Hell, Eren should be there; Armin knows that too.
[God, he hopes this is Hell. He wants so badly for this to be the only Hell they'll ever know.]
I want him. [His voice is so profoundly broken, words squeaking and breaking as if he were only ten years old again.] I want to see him, I want...I-I love him so...s-so much, Aubrey. I do. I do.
bet u thought I ran out of crying icons we live in s4 bitchie
[They had no choice. Eren ensured that himself. But Armin isn't angry anymore. He remembers everything his friend told him. He should hate him, maybe, even so; of course, he never could.
[But Aubrey isn't from their world. Aubrey loves Eren. Aubrey's his wife. Armin remembers how it felt to see Mikasa carrying Eren's head toward him. He remembers the sound of his own screams. Cruelly, his mind replays the scene as if Aubrey were there. It's all too terrible to imagine.
[There is no God, but Armin is grateful to whatever force allowed Aubrey to live somewhere outside of the world of Marleyians and Eldians and Paradis and Titans.
[They gave him peace. He wants to believe it. If there is a Hell, Eren should be there; Armin knows that too.
[God, he hopes this is Hell. He wants so badly for this to be the only Hell they'll ever know.]
I want him. [His voice is so profoundly broken, words squeaking and breaking as if he were only ten years old again.] I want to see him, I want...I-I love him so...s-so much, Aubrey. I do. I do.