[That’s it. She’s done. Aubrey clings to Eren and sobs into his chest, as if she hasn’t drained herself doing this a thousand times already. He’s not as warm as he used to be, but he’s back, damn it. It’s really him....]

It’s okay.... I-it’s… okay.... [She really does hate how she sounds like this, shuddering and squeaking like a faucet gone awry. But she wants Eren to hear this from her, not some thought-insertion.] I… I forgive you.

I know you didn’t mean it.

[That he wouldn’t hurt her, at least. There’s a nagging voice that insists he meant to go back, sooner or later; always did, always would. This world follows intention, sometimes, after all. But whether Eren could help that or not… well. Here they are.]

[Something doesn’t let her indulge long, after that thought. Aubrey pulls back, hardly out of his arms but just enough to wipe her eyes, try to talk normally again.] Besides… about freedom, and answers… I made it my purpose to find you. [She tries to smile. Doesn’t quite manage.] I guess it finally worked.