Guess it was a matter of time, huh?

[Aubrey does look at Eren, the real Eren; still hardly relaxed, but the unease doesn’t feel urgent. Not yet, anyway.

[It’s hard to ignore his neck, though.]

Look… we’re the same, but you shouldn’t be chained to me. [In the periphery, mirror-Eren barks a laugh. Their past selves lock a glare, loathing.] I don’t want that for you.

[I wish it didn’t look like I’m choking you alive.]