[There’s a tug-o-war in Aubrey, and it gets stronger as the chill dies down; less brainspace on the cold, all the more to whatever this is. She cannot possibly deny that she cares about Eren, not now, not after everything, and she’s not going to waste energy trying. Instead, what creeps in is a sort of dread, just as useless, but—

[Is a nice memory enough to change his path? She doubts it. He can’t be her responsibility.

[And yet. He sounded so different… and he’s holding her so tightly.... She wouldn’t have shown him that if she didn’t want to help him, too.]

[The wind abates. The storm is back secure in her, then.]

[It’s getting unbearable in here.] H-hey, ah… [Yet she can’t sound as firm as she’d like to.] Is it over…?

[Silly. Of course it won’t ever be over.]