[He’s confused. God, of course he is. Aubrey takes his hands—

[—and sees it, all of it. Titans, crushing, advancing; dead comrades, dead Armin and Mikasa; Eren himself, choking and panicked and dying; Aubrey begging him to live.]

[In the waking world, Aubrey covers her eyes with one hand, the other still holding Eren’s. It’s not because she doesn’t want to see him, though it’d be easy for him to assume as much; it’s because she’s about to start fucking crying again, and she can’t do that. Not with Eren still bewildered. Get a grip.]

[She swears under her breath. Too strong a thought not to be shared.] That wasn’t for you. Sorry.

You don’t have to remember anything.