[In a purely statistical sense, given their history, Eren is more likely to be tender with Armin than he is with anyone; it's easy to forget that from where he stands now. As far as he's concerned, he's completely shattered that trust (of course, it's only him that really feels this way...).
[Alas, the final round must come, lest the universe force them to start spitting insults at each other. He looks at his paper. Idly, he takes one of Aubrey's hands in his, just to keep them connected. She might pull it away once the criticism starts, he knows, but...
[This was a difficult question; that surprised Eren. When they first met, he would have had nothing but negative things to say about Aubrey. She cares too much, her heart is a weakness, she thinks kindness still matters, her friends are her detriment, detriment, detriment; she's naive, she's foolish, she's emotional, she's afraid.
[He couldn't bring himself to write any of those things down. They aren't negatives anymore. When Aubrey isn't that way, she doesn't...feel like Aubrey anymore.]
You go cold.
[The empty, "I love you," echoing in his ears again.]
[He knows it's his fault. He knows he's a hypocrite. He wrote it down anyway.]
You lose yourself. I don't like that.
[He knows how it feels. He knows the intention. He knows...that it preserves and protects, and yet...]
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[Alas, the final round must come, lest the universe force them to start spitting insults at each other. He looks at his paper. Idly, he takes one of Aubrey's hands in his, just to keep them connected. She might pull it away once the criticism starts, he knows, but...
[This was a difficult question; that surprised Eren. When they first met, he would have had nothing but negative things to say about Aubrey. She cares too much, her heart is a weakness, she thinks kindness still matters, her friends are her detriment, detriment, detriment; she's naive, she's foolish, she's emotional, she's afraid.
[He couldn't bring himself to write any of those things down. They aren't negatives anymore. When Aubrey isn't that way, she doesn't...feel like Aubrey anymore.]
You go cold.
[The empty, "I love you," echoing in his ears again.]
[He knows it's his fault. He knows he's a hypocrite. He wrote it down anyway.]
You lose yourself. I don't like that.
[He knows how it feels. He knows the intention. He knows...that it preserves and protects, and yet...]
That's what I wrote down.