[Far as Aubrey can tell, he hasn’t forgotten a thing. He curls back. That’s enough.
[She squeezes him, tight; doesn’t release. She’d said she wouldn’t drag him back; stands by that, loves him all the same—feels weak enough to fall, all over again.
[It’s his voice.]
Did… [Her heart’s in her throat. He can’t have wanted to come back. Couldn’t....] Did you fly?
[ He holds a preemptive hand up between them, stops a protest before it starts. ]
I know you're different now. I know. But that doesn't change what I'm telling you.
[ And then, the hand replaced on his shoulder, firm and grounding. Maruki expects this to take a long time. Maybe the whole rest of the time that they have together in Somnius. It doesn't matter. His patience is eternal, as is his stubbornness, and his conviction is pure. Eren might as well be looking at the sun. ]
I helped you before, and I'll help you again. Just watch me.
[“I lived my life through to its end.” The weight sinks. It’s over. It’s never over. He won’t leave again—until.
[He can’t rest. He’s so young....
[Aubrey reaches for his face. There are other questions, somewhere. Timelines. Too-powerful forces. Futures of bloodshed and disparate histories of grief. In their old and hallowed training ground—they don’t not matter, but…
[She thumbs over Eren’s cheek, tracing lines that aren’t there. Has to lean up to kiss him, now, more than before. That’s alright. As long as Eren’s here, Aubrey will be with him, too—wants to be....]
[It doesn't matter if he does. Akechi's voice remains neutral, feigned smile plastered. Eren remembers. Whatever. He doesn't give a shit. ]
It can't be helped then. I didn't want you to feel compelled to speak because we were previously acquainted. Ah, well - of course I'm pleased to know you remember me, though it's a shame you were brought back.
[Akechi can't stand him. Shifts his body, adjusts his stance, lets a hand fall to his hip. ]
Nothing has changed. If you need help getting adjusted to the surroundings, feel free to contact me.
Oh, Eren. I feared you had forgotten me. What happened?
[He peers down at him, and knows exactly what happened without an answer given. All of those terrible things he said that he did, came to pass. He doesn't let go of the hand he'd snatched for his own. He merely holds it as his heartrate settles.]
No... never mind that. I know what happened. And yet, to think all of that happened in the short time you were gone... we were so worried when you failed to return with us. I've been searching for your soul every day!
[He almost, almost sounds huffy about that fact. As if Eren inconvenienced him greatly by making him worry. But mostly, he was simply heartbroken until he saw that glimmer of stormy green amongst the other souls.]
[ Heat rises up behind his eyes again before he can stop it, and they shine as he grins, shakes his head, jostles Eren. ]
That's okay. Eren. I don't expect you to.
[ He can't make Eren understand anything at the moment. He can only be here for him as the slurry of his mind slowly sifts and settles, as much as it ever will.
It's an honor, really. He can't make Eren understand that, either. ]
You don't need to do anything. Just– come rest. [ A beat, and a slightly sheepish, watery laugh. ] When you're done seeing everyone else, I mean. I don't presume I take precedence.
[Oh, he's not moving. Eren is close enough to strangle. To attack. To do anything and-
Akechi stands there - holds his ground. Smile waning, irritation apparent. ]
I don't know what you're implying - why would I want to escape an old friend? My, I couldn't be happier.
[Eren has aggravated Aubrey before; infuriated, even. Feels like lifetimes ago now. It didn’t last; couldn’t.
[She can’t imagine ever being upset with him again. That won’t last, either. She doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. Eren says he’s glad, and he doesn’t smile anymore, and Aubrey believes him.]
Then… I’m selfish, too. [He doesn’t want to be here. It’s what’s left. Aubrey’s hands slide back, around his neck, over his nape; he’s held her there before. The impulse is secondhand; there all the same.] I missed you....
He's still not angry now, though. He almost wants to be. Anger is an old, familiar friend. He wears it differently after being in Somnius so long, even with the war. ]
Four years?
[ That sounds impossible. But he knows other people are from other points in time, and he knows… ]
Are you a draugr?
[ He realises Eren might not know that word. ]
A…a ghost. Are you a ghost?
[ That's not exactly the same thing, but he's not sure how else to ask. He knows Eren dies in the future. His revenge succeeds but he dies for it. Jean told Thorfinn Eren got to die in battle, but even without knowing the whole situation, that no longer seems like a good thing to Thorfinn.
Death is still just death, and Valhalla sounds like a lot like hell. He loves Eren too much to wish hell on him. (He loves his father too much for that, too, but he can't let go of his revenge, hypocrisy and all.) ]
You remember me.
[ That isn't a question, but the space between them feels impossible to cross. Eren was younger than him by a couple years and is now older than him by a year. What the hell. ]
Did you make a new wish?
[Finally, he smiles.]
Maruki was right. That you would not leave without saying goodbye. Full glad am I that he spoke true.
[Squeezing the hand at his heart, he glances down at their linked fingers.]
I missed you.
OKAY.]
You should be the one that's embarrassed. Not to be rude, of course. I'm simply comparing situations.
You leave all your little sycophants in disarray, cause messes for others to clean up and tore your way back to your own reality, only to fail at even staying there - what a disappointment.
But he does place both hands against Eren's chest, and lightly pushes him backwards, so gently, so kindly. Get the fuck away from him.]
No. I wouldn't dream of being rude intentionally - that would be stooping to your level and I'm far above it.
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