[The lack of reaction is...surprising, but it's not as though Eren is eager to get into the details. He won't push her any further. She offers him her hand, and he takes it - blood on blood, with more lapping at their knees.
[He's tired of blood now. He wants to be clean. As they walk, knees wading through carnage, he tries to picture the real ocean. The ocean that Armin would want - the ocean where Armin would be.
[It's a slow progression, but eventually, red begins giving way to clear, perfect blue. The hallway is long gone, the sun sparkling warm on the water.
[Eren stops, glances toward Aubrey.]
Clean yourself up. [His voice is quiet, but it isn't cold. It's a suggestion, not a demand.
[He stoops down in the water, determined to see the rest of their poppy red washed off in the tide. He cleans his hands, his face, what he can of his clothes. He dunks his head under the water and re-surfaces like a baptism.
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[He's tired of blood now. He wants to be clean. As they walk, knees wading through carnage, he tries to picture the real ocean. The ocean that Armin would want - the ocean where Armin would be.
[It's a slow progression, but eventually, red begins giving way to clear, perfect blue. The hallway is long gone, the sun sparkling warm on the water.
[Eren stops, glances toward Aubrey.]
Clean yourself up. [His voice is quiet, but it isn't cold. It's a suggestion, not a demand.
[He stoops down in the water, determined to see the rest of their poppy red washed off in the tide. He cleans his hands, his face, what he can of his clothes. He dunks his head under the water and re-surfaces like a baptism.
[He doesn't yet notice a figure in the distance.]