[He is only sleeping. And he’s in her arms. That’s more than can be said for last time, and the time before that.
[Just… different. Taking a nap. He’ll be back soon—he has to be.]
[Aubrey is tired. She dips her head over Eren’s again, and tries to take them somewhere else.]
[The walls melt away like the monsters it hides, but it stays dark. Really, they don’t end up far—Shiganshina again, under still leaves. But there’s no dappled moonlight or fireflies, no gentle breeze; the air is cold, and the distant walls are broken. Aubrey doesn’t look to see if the town remains; she doesn’t look up at all.
[It’s just them. The hill. The tree. Eren’s grave, somber and lonesome as it’s ever been.]
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[He is only sleeping. And he’s in her arms. That’s more than can be said for last time, and the time before that.
[Just… different. Taking a nap. He’ll be back soon—he has to be.]
[Aubrey is tired. She dips her head over Eren’s again, and tries to take them somewhere else.]
[The walls melt away like the monsters it hides, but it stays dark. Really, they don’t end up far—Shiganshina again, under still leaves. But there’s no dappled moonlight or fireflies, no gentle breeze; the air is cold, and the distant walls are broken. Aubrey doesn’t look to see if the town remains; she doesn’t look up at all.
[It’s just them. The hill. The tree. Eren’s grave, somber and lonesome as it’s ever been.]
[It’s hard to imagine it was ever warm.]