[Aubrey’s not sure what’s worse, the idea of Eren stuck out there somewhere, pleading for her—or that something else in the world might use that as a fucked-up siren call. It’s working, whatever it is; she just… can’t… reach it....

[She at least manages not to direct that frustration Armin’s way, though her own expression is turbulent. The last time she saw Eren, well…]

We should sit down.