[Aubrey doesn’t quite recognize all the faces are coming from Eren; it’s always hard to think of people she misses without remembering the ones gone most of all. That they’re not, here… one remembering too little and the other, it seems, too much… it’s cruel. It feels cruel.]
[Eren’s groan wrenches her back to the present. At some point she closed her eyes; Aubrey opens them now, finding them bleary, and runs her knuckles gently down the side of Eren’s face. It’s supposed to be a shushing gesture, but she can’t bring herself to give that sentiment any sort of voice. There’s a lump in her throat.]
They didn’t.
[She imagines Armin, an ever-patient addition: None of us do. They all deserve so much more. But it’s not Aubrey’s feeling, really.]
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[Aubrey doesn’t quite recognize all the faces are coming from Eren; it’s always hard to think of people she misses without remembering the ones gone most of all. That they’re not, here… one remembering too little and the other, it seems, too much… it’s cruel. It feels cruel.]
[Eren’s groan wrenches her back to the present. At some point she closed her eyes; Aubrey opens them now, finding them bleary, and runs her knuckles gently down the side of Eren’s face. It’s supposed to be a shushing gesture, but she can’t bring herself to give that sentiment any sort of voice. There’s a lump in her throat.]
They didn’t.
[She imagines Armin, an ever-patient addition: None of us do. They all deserve so much more. But it’s not Aubrey’s feeling, really.]
They didn’t....