[He’s projecting. He’s practically said as much; that what he says is true might as well be a footnote. Is he so fucking lonely he’s willing to give himself away like this? He’s the pathetic one. He broke, and he’s lashing out, and she doesn’t have to listen to a goddamn word of it. She’s better than that, better than him.]
[At least she can admit it. At least she can look him in the eyes and say she knows exactly what he’s talking about. Does he think he’s saying anything new? There are no new wounds here—just words, words, useless worries, crammed through old ones like shears to the gut. The first stab is the worst, and she’s long past that now.]
[Aubrey is tired, and she is an idiot.]
[Maybe it doesn’t matter if the world is worth saving. Some individuals aren’t.]
[Her snarl has faded, replaced with something pitch. Cold. Dead. When she’d seen the body she dropped to her knees and stayed there, unable to cry, begging silently for numbness to eat her alive. She’s done plenty of the first, now. About time the rest showed up.]
[She steps up to Eren. Tilts her head, slightly, like she still needs to examine him.] You know what? [Her voice is empty as it’s ever been.] I don’t care.
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[Eren Jaeger is an idiot.]
[He’s projecting. He’s practically said as much; that what he says is true might as well be a footnote. Is he so fucking lonely he’s willing to give himself away like this? He’s the pathetic one. He broke, and he’s lashing out, and she doesn’t have to listen to a goddamn word of it. She’s better than that, better than him.]
[At least she can admit it. At least she can look him in the eyes and say she knows exactly what he’s talking about. Does he think he’s saying anything new? There are no new wounds here—just words, words, useless worries, crammed through old ones like shears to the gut. The first stab is the worst, and she’s long past that now.]
[Aubrey is tired, and she is an idiot.]
[Maybe it doesn’t matter if the world is worth saving. Some individuals aren’t.]
[Her snarl has faded, replaced with something pitch. Cold. Dead. When she’d seen the body she dropped to her knees and stayed there, unable to cry, begging silently for numbness to eat her alive. She’s done plenty of the first, now. About time the rest showed up.]
[She steps up to Eren. Tilts her head, slightly, like she still needs to examine him.] You know what? [Her voice is empty as it’s ever been.] I don’t care.