[The rifle in his mouth. And yet these emotions, these visions—all too vivid if the man is long dead.
[What keeps him going, then? His mirror?
[Surely whatever it is can’t be found here. Not any more concretely than a rooftop vision.]
[Aubrey is surprised, really, that the answer wasn’t “From me.”
[In what is perhaps another small mercy, she decides not to press it.] We don’t have to talk about him. [Voluntarily, anyway. They both know damn well the world can force it.] But if he comes up again…
[She trails off for a moment. The temptation is there, once more, to take Eren’s hand; she won’t tempt fate, though.
[“Steel yourself” sounds too strong. “Get used to it” sounds impossible.]
I guess… be ready. [As any of them ever can be.]
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[It doesn’t—quite—make sense.
[The rifle in his mouth. And yet these emotions, these visions—all too vivid if the man is long dead.
[What keeps him going, then? His mirror?
[Surely whatever it is can’t be found here. Not any more concretely than a rooftop vision.]
[Aubrey is surprised, really, that the answer wasn’t “From me.”
[In what is perhaps another small mercy, she decides not to press it.] We don’t have to talk about him. [Voluntarily, anyway. They both know damn well the world can force it.] But if he comes up again…
[She trails off for a moment. The temptation is there, once more, to take Eren’s hand; she won’t tempt fate, though.
[“Steel yourself” sounds too strong. “Get used to it” sounds impossible.]
I guess… be ready. [As any of them ever can be.]