[The memory of a scream, shared; Armin, when he saw Eren's head cradled in Mikasa's arms. It's brief, but it's as sharp as a knife. He chastises himself for it immediately. His hands search for Aubrey in the dark. The find her back, smoothing over it. That awful "gone", like the cry of a wounded animal. Sunny...]
I'm sorry...[His voice is hushed with grief, understanding.
[It matters that she can see him again. Armin knows how much that matters. But it matters that he's gone too. He's gone.]
1/2
I'm sorry...[His voice is hushed with grief, understanding.
[It matters that she can see him again. Armin knows how much that matters. But it matters that he's gone too. He's gone.]
I'm so sorry...