[Seems there’s another constant: no matter what he says or does to her, when Eren lets go, it’s too soon. It’s a final gouge in its own right.

[Aubrey releases him in turn, loathing and craving his warmth. That he insists, insists on this torment—maybe that’s what she’s earned.]

[She’s tempted to not answer, just to piss him off. When was the last time that feeling stirred? Fuck, she misses his smiles, however small, while they lasted. She’s probably strangled them for good, now.]

[Thinking all this, having the energy again… This is dangerous. The water’s so close....]

To throw a party.

[Not funny. It still reeks of spilled guts.]

I don’t know. To fuck off and die.