[Oh, they’re doing philosophy questions now? Huh. Who knew a compliment could be so fraught.]

I don’t know, I think I’d be pretty different. [There’s no particular emotion in Aubrey’s voice, either. She’s stalling, sure, but giving it serious consideration.] It’s like you’ve said, [dead from shock] my world’s privileged. Compared to yours, anyway. [A “no offense” isn’t necesary, she thinks.]

You, though…

[She studies Eren’s face for a bit. Searching. He certainly yells less, except in rare moments, than his 9-year-old self seemed, to, but…

[“I was just trying to help. I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose—not in a million years!”
[That hasn’t changed, has it?]

I think… you’d still be loyal. You’d still be brave. And I’m not [a brief tease, why not] just saying that because I like that about you.
I know you care, with everything you’ve got—more than anyone else I know.

And granted, I don’t know why you’re like that, but…

[Faintly, another memory, more distant: “I was born into this world with a fight to pick.”
[The context… isn’t important, right now.]

…I know you’ve had those traits for a long time. So maybe that’s what makes you you.