[She stares at him for a while, blank and quiet.]

[Very, very softly:] …Oh.

[It’s not something she’s thought about; maybe more accurately, it’s not something she’s let herself think about. Eren said he’d have never gone back if he had a say in it. He didn’t mention that, as he marched inevitably onward, he had no recollection of this.

[Is that a comfort? No one’s missed Aubrey; they couldn’t. They can’t. Is that a horror? And if, for any reason, Aubrey herself is thrown back, then she’ll…]

[Her hand, laid idly on Eren’s shin til now, tightens.]

That’s strange.
[I don’t like it.]

[What else is there to say…?]

Thanks. For… telling me, now.