[She doesn't care. She doesn't care about freedom, or hope, or what's out there. She doesn't care, and it's Eren's fault, and he's just now starting to care again, and it doesn't matter, because it's all bullshit, it's all fake, it's all an illusion, and he just...wants...]

Freedom isn't real, is it?

[His voice is quiet. He's still reaching, still staring at the sky.]

Anywhere. Even in this impossible place.

[His hand flexes.]

We were cattle in a pen. We were brought to the brink of extinction - feasted on like livestock.

[He feels like crying again. He can't tell if his eyes are still wet from before, or tearing up again. He thinks of his mother...Her voice sounded so real.]

I wanted to change that. But I couldn't...

[His fists clenches around empty air.]

Your world is a cruel place too.

[Scribbled out pictures, gardening sheers, grief - grief. Aubrey knows grief. It spreads out in Eren's chest, black as night, a bottomless void of sorrow and rage.

[He lowers his fist to his chest in an old salute.]

Aubrey...

I want to help you go home.