[It’s impossible to tell if anyone here died or not, isn’t it? Bertholdt’s the only one who’s been certain. Aubrey’s starting to think it doesn’t matter. (But then, Mari…)
[Focus. Armin was aware of Bertholdt, then. There’s no point keeping him in the dark.]
It might’ve been both your memories, actually. [Shame there’s no swirling coffee to stare at. Aubrey watches Armin’s tapping knuckles, instead.]
I don’t know how much you were there for, but… I ended up on a rooftop, with Bertholdt. [Her own hands pull at each other; a slow, absent motion. She misses Eren’s palms over hers, even if last time he seemed to want to break her.] You turned into an illusion, at some point. And Bertholdt knew—that you weren’t there, and that he had died.
[A pause. That’s a lot to take in; she won’t bring Reiner in yet. But…] He doesn’t blame you. For what happened.
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[It’s impossible to tell if anyone here died or not, isn’t it? Bertholdt’s the only one who’s been certain. Aubrey’s starting to think it doesn’t matter. (But then, Mari…)
[Focus. Armin was aware of Bertholdt, then. There’s no point keeping him in the dark.]
It might’ve been both your memories, actually. [Shame there’s no swirling coffee to stare at. Aubrey watches Armin’s tapping knuckles, instead.]
I don’t know how much you were there for, but… I ended up on a rooftop, with Bertholdt. [Her own hands pull at each other; a slow, absent motion. She misses Eren’s palms over hers, even if last time he seemed to want to break her.] You turned into an illusion, at some point. And Bertholdt knew—that you weren’t there, and that he had died.
[A pause. That’s a lot to take in; she won’t bring Reiner in yet. But…] He doesn’t blame you. For what happened.