[She nods. They’ve talked, more than talked. For a moment Aubrey considers sharing it with Mikasa, vivid as anything; but, what, “here, Eren’s reunited with everyone whose name was written on his skin except for you”? Words will be painful enough as-is.]
He was here. Resting. [A glance towards the headstone. As with Armin, Aubrey won’t watch Mikasa’s face as she talks; it’s a little selfish, knowing this can’t be easy to hear, and it’s a concession for privacy. They’re not close enough for her to reach out more than that.] He looked so peaceful…
His heart wasn’t beating, at first. [As it turns out, it stings to recall, too.] And when he woke up, he told me what happened. The eighty percent. That he tried to stop it, but it couldn’t have changed....
[A pause. Mikasa must be familiar with his contradictions. And there’s more, but…]
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[She nods. They’ve talked, more than talked. For a moment Aubrey considers sharing it with Mikasa, vivid as anything; but, what, “here, Eren’s reunited with everyone whose name was written on his skin except for you”? Words will be painful enough as-is.]
He was here. Resting. [A glance towards the headstone. As with Armin, Aubrey won’t watch Mikasa’s face as she talks; it’s a little selfish, knowing this can’t be easy to hear, and it’s a concession for privacy. They’re not close enough for her to reach out more than that.] He looked so peaceful…
His heart wasn’t beating, at first. [As it turns out, it stings to recall, too.] And when he woke up, he told me what happened. The eighty percent. That he tried to stop it, but it couldn’t have changed....
[A pause. Mikasa must be familiar with his contradictions. And there’s more, but…]
I’m sorry he made you do it.