[Focus. Focus. She (thought she) went through the motions before this. Though she catches his whisper, faintly, it hardly registers. Talking to him in person—it’s different.]

[Which was the point. If anyone should be freaking out, it’s him. Isn’t it?

[So why…]

“What’s true”? [Aubrey lowers her hands, forces herself to stare at him. Her voice is, not for the first time—but maybe the first with this Eren, the one she thought she knew—sharp.] Don’t talk like that.