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.
[She can't see what he's dreaming about - not this time. It's one he's had before - nearly every time he's been allowed to dream, it's been this. Aubrey, his wife; Eren, a Scout.]
[He can’t see it, but her face softens. Tone, too; he’ll hear that.
[Without knowing his dream, she assumes something else.]
Eren… I didn’t say that, about going back, because you’re asleep and I’m going to leave you.
I just… I miss them. [Painfully. He might be familiar.
[And she worries. Has time passed without her? Then again, they don’t need her as much as she needed them. Never did. Maybe it’s indulgent.
[Detriment, detriment, detriment.]
[Focus, she tells herself. Back to Eren.] But I’ll wait for you forever.
Always.
[In his dream, it's a strange amalgamation - fallen friends; Sasha, then Basil - even Mari - Hannes, his mother...countless others, fragments from what little he's seen of Aubrey's memories, mixed in along with his own. These faces may flash through Aubrey's mind.
[There's a groaning sound - that actually comes from Eren's throat.]
[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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[Oof. Right in the uselessness.]
When you wake up, I want to learn.
You’ve already saved me plenty… I’ll fight for you, too.
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[She can't see what he's dreaming about - not this time. It's one he's had before - nearly every time he's been allowed to dream, it's been this. Aubrey, his wife; Eren, a Scout.]
I don't want that for you...
Wait for me. That's enough.
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[“Wait for”…]
[He can’t see it, but her face softens. Tone, too; he’ll hear that.
[Without knowing his dream, she assumes something else.]
Eren… I didn’t say that, about going back, because you’re asleep and I’m going to leave you.
I just… I miss them. [Painfully. He might be familiar.
[And she worries. Has time passed without her? Then again, they don’t need her as much as she needed them. Never did. Maybe it’s indulgent.
[Detriment, detriment, detriment.]
[Focus, she tells herself. Back to Eren.]
But I’ll wait for you forever.
Always.
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I miss them too...
[In his dream, it's a strange amalgamation - fallen friends; Sasha, then Basil - even Mari - Hannes, his mother...countless others, fragments from what little he's seen of Aubrey's memories, mixed in along with his own. These faces may flash through Aubrey's mind.
[There's a groaning sound - that actually comes from Eren's throat.]
They didn't deserve it.
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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....
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[In his sleep, he balls his sleeve up around his fist and wipes at wet eyes.]
I'm sorry...
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[“No regrets” is a nice thought. Doesn’t exactly help with the ones they have.]
[Aubrey just wipes at Eren’s tears, holding his hand. What’d she say, that she’d… kill him? Break him? Forget all that. She just wants him here....]
[She curls around Eren ever closer, dipping her head by his. They’re here. It’ll have to do.]