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.
Oh, come on. [Aubrey’s briefly distracted as she takes off her headband wholesale, because wringing that bow out is the most important thing. Still playful as ever, though:] I’m sure you’re right, but no need to rub it in.
[As she fixes that token accessory back in place, she’s about to look up with another blep—and belatedly notices.] Oh, shit, did I…? [Y’know. The lip.] Sorry about that. [although she’s kinda not lbr—]
I do, actually. [Where’d it go, anyway?] Armin showed me! He makes it look easy—and I know, [to the showoff himself,] it’s been years. Gotta admit, you are pretty strong.
[And how the mood drops. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Better with this topic than any; it at least seems to Aubrey that Mikasa is, back in their world, still alive.]
No, I haven’t. But we talked with Reiner, so…
[A silent agreement, with what Armin thinks. (And forgetting she hasn’t outright, voluntarily informed Armin of Reiner’s presence before.) Aubrey wants to agree, anyway; it’d be nice to have stronger confirmation than correlation. Just another unfortunate quirk of this world....]
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[His mistake! Now Aubrey can grab Eren and actually bite his lip, maybe harder than strictly necessary—punctuated by a headbutt to the chest.]
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That's it.
[Aubrey will now be hoisted out of the water and over his shoulder, as if she is nothing more than a sack of potatoes in a cyan bow.]
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I'm sorry, Aubrey. I tried to save you.
[He didn't.]
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H– Hey! [It’s a laughing protest. To both of them:] How dare you!
Put me down!
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Aubrey!
[A useless hand reaches for his bow-headed friend--]
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[Yeah, she asked for that.]
[Aubrey’s still sputtering when she comes up, fixing that drenched bow. She’ll take Armin’s hand to stand if he’s still offering.]
You’re lucky I’m not— You know, if I was anywhere near as strong as you guys [Eren, she’s looking at Eren], you’d be toast.
[ . . . Do they know what that is? ]
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Oh, come on. [Aubrey’s briefly distracted as she takes off her headband wholesale, because wringing that bow out is the most important thing. Still playful as ever, though:] I’m sure you’re right, but no need to rub it in.
[As she fixes that token accessory back in place, she’s about to look up with another blep—and belatedly notices.] Oh, shit, did I…? [Y’know. The lip.] Sorry about that. [
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Hey. I'm plenty strong, thanks. Do you know how much muscle it takes to operate that ODM gear?
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[To Armin:] She doesn't know what that is.
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I do, actually. [Where’d it go, anyway?] Armin showed me! He makes it look easy—and I know, [to the showoff himself,] it’s been years. Gotta admit, you are pretty strong.
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When?
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Oh, that was a while ago…
[Besides the ever-strange way time ebbs in and out of consciousness here, so much has changed.] Before… the name thing. With Mikasa?
[A side glance to Armin, with that; he’d caught Mikasa up at some point before then. Have they spoken since…?]
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[Then she says Mikasa's name. His heart drops. His face follows.]
Armin.
[He turns his attention to the blond.]
Is she still here?
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I'm...not sure.
I'd think so, since we are.
[A glance at Aubrey.]
I don't guess you might have seen her...?
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[And how the mood drops. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Better with this topic than any; it at least seems to Aubrey that Mikasa is, back in their world, still alive.]
No, I haven’t. But we talked with Reiner, so…
[A silent agreement, with what Armin thinks. (And forgetting she hasn’t outright, voluntarily informed Armin of Reiner’s presence before.) Aubrey wants to agree, anyway; it’d be nice to have stronger confirmation than correlation. Just another unfortunate quirk of this world....]
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[A cautious glance at Eren.]
Really?
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[He isn't so much looking at Aubrey as he is past her. He says, quietly:]
She's the one that had to do it.
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[Had… to…?
[Aubrey finds her eyes drifting to his neck. That flash of light; a fresh memory.]
[Last Aubrey saw her, Mikasa leaned on him; Eren, himself, defeated; and all three of them drained, bound.]
[She reaches idly for Eren’s hand. Softly, but no less audible:]
Do you… want to see her?
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More than anything…
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