[It’s not by any means the first time they’ve hugged, been close, embraced any of that; but somehow, it’s the first that feels really, truly free. Maybe it’s the chains breaking, apt as ever. Aubrey’s here, Eren’s here, and he’s embracing her and he’s embracing, or at least not protesting, hope.

[It was never truly lost, was it?]

[Aubrey indulges for a good while, squeezing Eren back tight with her arms around his shoulders. But Armin’s here, too, of course; Aubrey plants a quick kiss on Eren’s cheek, because what is subtlety, then rests her head on his chest as she turns back to face his other friend. Which she’s a little shy about, maybe apologetic, but it doesn’t feel bad. She’s still smiling.]