[Maybe it’s a good thing Eren doesn’t keep looking. At the memory, his younger self’s pleading and terror— Aubrey is terrified and enraged, and all the more heartbroken, and no sooner does he finish speaking she throws her arms around him; shaking, somewhat, with emotion that can’t go anywhere, so she pours it into love, and holds him tight.]

[Does he realize the memory was shared? Every other glimpse of Eren’s youth has been so harrowing....]