[There might be two different names on Eren’s skin to pivot to, but at “we’re the same,” the world starts to offer a different picture. It’s not as obvious as the scenes, however; Aubrey doesn’t notice at first.]
Yeah… But even so, I’m…
[Out the corner of her left eye, a shift in the reflections: her and Eren, looking as they do here, skin scrawled with names—but somehow far more weary. Their mirrored selves make loving, miserable eye contact, and that Eren mouths those damn words again. It’s a memory in third-person.]
[…glad. The continuation dies in Aubrey’s throat.]
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[There might be two different names on Eren’s skin to pivot to, but at “we’re the same,” the world starts to offer a different picture. It’s not as obvious as the scenes, however; Aubrey doesn’t notice at first.]
Yeah… But even so, I’m…
[Out the corner of her left eye, a shift in the reflections: her and Eren, looking as they do here, skin scrawled with names—but somehow far more weary. Their mirrored selves make loving, miserable eye contact, and that Eren mouths those damn words again. It’s a memory in third-person.]
[…glad. The continuation dies in Aubrey’s throat.]
Even so.... [A faint echo instead, then.]