[She takes his gaze. And it’d be a lie to say what he demands doesn’t plunge through the shell of what’s left, scraping and grasping at the only semblance of warmth that remains. It’d be a lie if it didn’t show on her face, an involuntary flash, more crushed and broken than Eren’s seen her yet—and have they been through a lot.]

[Aubrey doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want him to take her home. She thinks she wants him to kill her. But asking outright is too crass.]

I’m tired of lying.

[She holds him as she burns alive.]

I love you.