I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
[The scene shifts, the walls crumble. A monster has Aubrey by the arm, and she's terrified - but Eren is useless. His body has reverted back to its usual, nineteen-year-old state, but he's nothing more than a heap on the floor. It's strange, though - he doesn't look passed out. He's curled up on his side, bare feet tucked tucked up beneath him, sleeping, just as he and Aubrey were back on the couch in Mari's home. Nothing seems to wake him.]
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