[As soon as the light slashes, Aubrey is transfixed on it. She stares at his neck, the gentle bob of his Adam’s apple with two little words. “It’s over.” Peaceful words on a violent end. They feel so far away…]

[She meets his eyes, brushing at the tears down his cheeks even as her own spill over. The fingers on his face are too desperate, stiff yet shaking, to be truly reverent.] You’re here…

[Her own throat feels like it’s in a vicegrip. Hardly the first time Eren’s heard Aubrey so… small, and pathetic, but it’s a sting all the same. She wants to kiss him; she can’t scrape up the resolve yet.]

You’re back.