[It strikes Aubrey just how young Eren looks; looks, is, was. Young and dead and pleading. He’s said freedom is a birthright; in that same conversation, that it’s fake. All this for an ideal he’s never touched.]
[He’s not the only one she’s talked with about this, though. Even if it was less direct....
[Aubrey doesn’t know if Armin is alive, or “alive,” or however he and Eren last spoke. For all she knows, the blade was his. So, after some consideration, she goes for a roundabout approach.]
You know, even if there’s no answer…
Maybe it’s up to us…?
[She wishes she could sound more certain. But there’s an echo of hope in it, still.]
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[It strikes Aubrey just how young Eren looks; looks, is, was. Young and dead and pleading. He’s said freedom is a birthright; in that same conversation, that it’s fake. All this for an ideal he’s never touched.]
[He’s not the only one she’s talked with about this, though. Even if it was less direct....
[Aubrey doesn’t know if Armin is alive, or “alive,” or however he and Eren last spoke. For all she knows, the blade was his. So, after some consideration, she goes for a roundabout approach.]
You know, even if there’s no answer…
Maybe it’s up to us…?
[She wishes she could sound more certain. But there’s an echo of hope in it, still.]