[There’s something monstrous about how quickly they can dismiss those billions of lives, isn’t there? It’s a literal world away, and they’re here. Seems no one can mix comfort and misery like Eren, like Aubrey, one to the other faster than a blade. What have they done to deserve it? Who cares whether they do? They’re really made for each other, aren’t they?]

[A protest dies in Aubrey’s throat as Eren takes her face in his hands again; it’s impossible to voice when his touch is soft enough to strangle it. She holds his face in turn, cradling his cheeks to his jaw as if any moment Eren might fall apart. It’s hard to meet his eyes. She hasn’t noticed yet if his neck is still marked.]

You looked so peaceful…

[She interrupted it.
[I don’t deserve you.]

That’s all I want for you.

[Can you really find it here?]