[“It is none of your business.” There’s the sting. And for what? It’s really, truly not....]

[She follows his look up. Nothing but mirrors.... The two of them look so small and exposed. Armin had kinder thoughts, but Aubrey can’t help but remember the way insects scutter when their rock is nudged, fleeing desperately from the sunlight.

[Perturbing thought. Almost makes her miss the questions.]

I think you have to try. [Still staring up, anyway, and not at Eren.] Not for me. Just—how this place works.