[At the “no,” a wild, animal urge—to what, kick and scream and cry and shove at him, bite his hand, anything to be let go?

[It passes in a flash, and then it’s gone, gone, gone, just like this dark, sprawling fascimile of “home.” The chain, the water, the door, the door; she watches it melt away, slipping hazily into a flatline. Oblivion is all she was looking for, anyway.

[And Eren is still there, holding her.

[Ha…]

[Aubrey wilts. There’s no fight. She’ll keep standing, should Eren’s grip loosen, but there’s not much else left.]

Stupid. [A mutter. Amused, faintly.] Should’ve known I can’t get away from you.

[Can’t run from your shadow, at the end of the day....]