[Frankly, Aubrey isn’t sure if she believes in a literal Hell, either. But she’s heard more than enough from the town that is Faraway, where anyone knows everyone and the church bell rings all the way up main street, to have talk of sinners and retribution nailed into her solid.

[The purgatory they talk about is more… dramatic. Souls of the damned bathed in eternal flame, and all. But maybe true hell is being stuck in a dim-lit limbo, talking to someone you’ve never met about your deepest troubles, without a clue how you got there.]

[It calms her in the worst way, that first part. Maybe they both (all?) just fuckin’ died. Maybe Eren surrendered early, his titan steering the rest, and that’s why he’s so certain of his demise.

[But apparently Armin’s a little more familiar than that. Do all roads really lead to Jaeger?]

To a diner? [Aubrey looks back to Armin, concerned and quizzical; and as soon as that leaves her mouth she’s certain that’s not it. She shakes her head. Feels like it’s made of the same indiscriminate soup as the signage.] No, I mean… I believe you. [Somehow.] But Eren said he wasn’t here by choice.