[They sure end up in a home, all right.]

[It’s strange; when Eren talked about not having a life worth wanting, Aubrey almost forgot that it wasn’t always that way. That he has mentioned having a mother, who got eaten before his eyes. And this… faceless woman, the best limbo can conjure… must be her.]

[Cozy, in here. A girl, Mikasa, reading. (Idly Aubrey wonders if she’s alive.) Fresh vegetables. The stern but loving admonishment that only a mother can give, or so Aubrey understands. It’s not her memory, but it pulls at something deep and wanting.]

[Her hold on Eren loosens; focus. She grabs it tight again, faintly noticing the bandages. Eren sounds so young…]

[Guess if you die in a place like this, Aubrey thinks, the flashbacks really come to life. The idea is banished as soon as it occurs.]