[To be fair to Eren, he wasn’t particularly subtle with Aubrey. They just had other things to talk about, first. And even so, to top it all off—“I’m the end of the world.” That’s something Aubrey might not ever be done talking about, actually.]
If anyone can get through to him, it’d have to be you. [Right? She follows Armin’s gaze to his hands and is struck by how much… softer, they are. Maybe not in feeling, but in hold. It’s nothing like Eren’s.]
[Armin’s nothing like Eren in a lot of ways, she’s finding.]
[Aubrey lets silence fall for a while. The diner’s dim buzz is nothing like the cold weight of the last room, but there’s something rotten about the air here, too. Stagnant and festering and restless.]
Hey. [It feels almost profane, breaking that.] I’m sorry to keep talking about this. But… [Finally, she returns to his face.] Do you think he’s your responsibility?
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[To be fair to Eren, he wasn’t particularly subtle with Aubrey. They just had other things to talk about, first. And even so, to top it all off—“I’m the end of the world.” That’s something Aubrey might not ever be done talking about, actually.]
If anyone can get through to him, it’d have to be you. [Right? She follows Armin’s gaze to his hands and is struck by how much… softer, they are. Maybe not in feeling, but in hold. It’s nothing like Eren’s.]
[Armin’s nothing like Eren in a lot of ways, she’s finding.]
[Aubrey lets silence fall for a while. The diner’s dim buzz is nothing like the cold weight of the last room, but there’s something rotten about the air here, too. Stagnant and festering and restless.]
Hey. [It feels almost profane, breaking that.] I’m sorry to keep talking about this. But… [Finally, she returns to his face.] Do you think he’s your responsibility?