[When Armin looks at her, Aubrey swings focus back. As he talks, she finds herself a bit lost, watching him; the strength of his own nostalgia, maybe. The story itself. His face. Echoes of awe…

[She sees that in him, still. He kisses Eren, and it means everything.]

[A cabin for Mikasa; forbidden wonders for Armin. Worlds, just for them, in farewell.]

[She loves him; she loves him; she loves them.]

[After a quiet;] And it’s always the ocean you go back to, huh…