[There is something in Eren; something very small, very old, lost to time, and grief, and darkness. Aubrey's eyes have gone cold, her voice colder. Eren's own voice, young and passionate, all fire, echoes in his head.
["Fight! You have to fight! If you win, you live! If you lose, you die! If you don't fight, you can't win! Fight! Fight!"
[They both may as well already be dead.]
Let that do you some service, then.
[Grief. Its familiar, hollow essence, blooming inside of him. Why is he thinking of that now?]
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["Fight! You have to fight! If you win, you live! If you lose, you die! If you don't fight, you can't win! Fight! Fight!"
[They both may as well already be dead.]
Let that do you some service, then.
[Grief. Its familiar, hollow essence, blooming inside of him. Why is he thinking of that now?]