[Aubrey drops. The behemoth, and its arm along with, starts to melt as soon as its head flies; unlike any real titan, it’s not a clean descent. In place of smoke is that dreadful pitch goop, drooping and dissolving into nothing—though at least that “softens” Aubrey’s fall.
[She feels (and looks) like a seagull yanked out of an oil spill, stumbling to her feet in some kind of instinctive scramble. Her arm hurts. Meanwhile, something does remain of the felled “titan”—the drowned silhouette of a boy. It is not alive.
[Aubrey can’t quite make him out, in the dark. The newcomer’s voice grabs her attention, even as she looks for someone else. Is he why Eren’s nightmare came true? Disoriented—]
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[Aubrey drops. The behemoth, and its arm along with, starts to melt as soon as its head flies; unlike any real titan, it’s not a clean descent. In place of smoke is that dreadful pitch goop, drooping and dissolving into nothing—though at least that “softens” Aubrey’s fall.
[She feels (and looks) like a seagull yanked out of an oil spill, stumbling to her feet in some kind of instinctive scramble. Her arm hurts. Meanwhile, something does remain of the felled “titan”—the drowned silhouette of a boy. It is not alive.
[Aubrey can’t quite make him out, in the dark. The newcomer’s voice grabs her attention, even as she looks for someone else. Is he why Eren’s nightmare came true? Disoriented—]
You know him?