[It’s easier with their hands together. Aubrey tries to lock their eyes; she doesn’t need to leave his to know her reflection is wrenching away from “him,” mouthing a scream: “Get away from me!”]
We will. [She squeezes his hand. The jacket falls, exposing every corroded inch, as she moves to take Eren’s other hand, too. They have to steel themselves.] What are we moving toward?
[An honest, nearing-desperate question. They have to have a purpose; that’s why the world is reminding them what happens, how they circle and thrash, when they don’t. Right?]
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[It’s easier with their hands together. Aubrey tries to lock their eyes; she doesn’t need to leave his to know her reflection is wrenching away from “him,” mouthing a scream: “Get away from me!”]
We will. [She squeezes his hand. The jacket falls, exposing every corroded inch, as she moves to take Eren’s other hand, too. They have to steel themselves.] What are we moving toward?
[An honest, nearing-desperate question. They have to have a purpose; that’s why the world is reminding them what happens, how they circle and thrash, when they don’t. Right?]