Eren and I… made a promise to each other. Of sorts. [Although, really, Aubrey did. Didn’t she? All Eren said was that she’s stuck with him. The marriage… what, proposal? demand? It’s secondary to that, somehow.] As long as we’re here, we’re not leaving each other… we never can, for long. [God, she hopes that’ll prove true even now.]
He really… he does love me. [And hate her, maybe all the more for it. She knows she’s fudging the timeline.] And I want to help him—not just this time, but…
[She trails off. It’s impossible to summarize, isn’t it? Only Reiner would truly understand.
[Maybe the mark will speak for her.]
When we made that promise… this.
[Reluctantly, Aubrey pulls up her sleeve and lies her arm on the table, palm up. It shivers for a moment, cold and exposed. The gash runs even further, trailing up her inner arm, but she’s not ready to show the rest to anyone—maybe not even Eren.]
[Mari says nothing, but the sight of the… It’s not quite a wound, flat to the skin, but it looks like one. It’s horrifying. And despite what Armin said about Eren being a good person, and Aubrey confirming their loyalty… none of it sounds very good at all. If anything her worse impressions are only fueled.
[She frowns. But she’ll hold her tongue.]
1/1?
[…Fine.
[She’ll bite the bullet.]
Eren and I… made a promise to each other. Of sorts. [Although, really, Aubrey did. Didn’t she? All Eren said was that she’s stuck with him. The marriage… what, proposal? demand? It’s secondary to that, somehow.] As long as we’re here, we’re not leaving each other… we never can, for long. [God, she hopes that’ll prove true even now.]
He really… he does love me. [And hate her, maybe all the more for it. She knows she’s fudging the timeline.] And I want to help him—not just this time, but…
[She trails off. It’s impossible to summarize, isn’t it? Only Reiner would truly understand.
[Maybe the mark will speak for her.]
When we made that promise… this.
[Reluctantly, Aubrey pulls up her sleeve and lies her arm on the table, palm up. It shivers for a moment, cold and exposed. The gash runs even further, trailing up her inner arm, but she’s not ready to show the rest to anyone—maybe not even Eren.]
[Mari says nothing, but the sight of the… It’s not quite a wound, flat to the skin, but it looks like one. It’s horrifying. And despite what Armin said about Eren being a good person, and Aubrey confirming their loyalty… none of it sounds very good at all. If anything her worse impressions are only fueled.
[She frowns. But she’ll hold her tongue.]