[I can’t stand you. I can’t stand you. I can not stand you, Eren Jaeger—
[In a twist of mercy, those thoughts stay internal, if only because they’re a conscious farce. Is Operation Don’t-Get-Mad-at-Husband-Who-Probably-Just-Went-Through-Hell a resounding failure yet? Aubrey hates, hates to see him afraid like this; to see and hear him cry; to not know who, in any backwards world, she’s even talking to anymore, all the while completely unable to deny it’s the Eren she’s always known—known, loved, hated, hated to love, everything.]
[He didn’t! want! to die!]
[Aubrey’s going to lose it. She wants to kick his grave until it disappears, as if that’ll change anything.]
So that’s it? [And yet, she sounds suddenly drained.] We just… hang out, and wrestle with guilt for the rest of forever. [Which, well. Is that not what the long-term was going to be, anyway? Only difference is that now he’s cold. And yet warmer and truer than he’s ever been.]
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[I can’t stand you. I can’t stand you. I can not stand you, Eren Jaeger—
[In a twist of mercy, those thoughts stay internal, if only because they’re a conscious farce. Is Operation Don’t-Get-Mad-at-Husband-Who-Probably-Just-Went-Through-Hell a resounding failure yet? Aubrey hates, hates to see him afraid like this; to see and hear him cry; to not know who, in any backwards world, she’s even talking to anymore, all the while completely unable to deny it’s the Eren she’s always known—known, loved, hated, hated to love, everything.]
[He didn’t! want! to die!]
[Aubrey’s going to lose it. She wants to kick his grave until it disappears, as if that’ll change anything.]
So that’s it? [And yet, she sounds suddenly drained.] We just… hang out, and wrestle with guilt for the rest of forever. [Which, well. Is that not what the long-term was going to be, anyway? Only difference is that now he’s cold. And yet warmer and truer than he’s ever been.]
[She can’t stay mad at him.]
Don’t die on me again.