[Such bloody, precious hearts they have. They need to breathe, but Aubrey doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to mangle it, even for all they’re aching, even when Armin’s promise stabs her anew. Hell is being gouged alive and having to keep breathing. And they were so sweet before…]
[We’ll find each other. I’ll never stop searching. She didn’t when the world howled empty. Why now....]
[A hand finds his nape, clasps it. It’s so practiced by now; it was Sunny last time, Eren before. When will she see them again? When will anyone ever hold them again? Aubrey can only say she won’t let go. The world doesn’t care about keeping promises.]
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[Such bloody, precious hearts they have. They need to breathe, but Aubrey doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to mangle it, even for all they’re aching, even when Armin’s promise stabs her anew. Hell is being gouged alive and having to keep breathing. And they were so sweet before…]
[We’ll find each other. I’ll never stop searching. She didn’t when the world howled empty. Why now....]
[A hand finds his nape, clasps it. It’s so practiced by now; it was Sunny last time, Eren before. When will she see them again? When will anyone ever hold them again? Aubrey can only say she won’t let go. The world doesn’t care about keeping promises.]