[”Aubrey. Please.”

[She can’t stop thinking about it. She wondered, after Reiner, if she might see Eren again; she hasn’t. His voice, instead, found her; those desperate, haunting words. And she can’t bend or will or beg with the world enough to make it show her more.]

[Reiner hadn’t seen him. Bertholdt barely recognized him. Armin… Armin wanted to talk to him again. Soon. God, let it have been recent....]

[The Aubrey that steps in the diner is a frazzled one. Her bow remains but her hair’s unkempt, her eyes (still contactless) wild, and she opens and closes her scarred hand around nothing, pained, over and over.

[The hostess approaches; Aubrey ignores her.]
Armin? [Is he at a table again? The counter? Please. Please. Maybe she’s skimming the place too fast to notice.] A-Armin, are you here?