[Why would they not be here, is what Aubrey thinks. She’s just about given up on pretending she knows what to expect from anything anymore, anyone. Maybe next time they play pretend really hard, they’ll end up in outer space.]

[Relatedly, she makes a point of not looking at Eren as he moves to kneel over her again. It’s hard to tell what’s in his voice now; not quite cold, not at all gentle as before. Aubrey’s pretty sure that wasn’t a hallucination now, and she doesn’t know what to think. But she wants to hold on, to his peace in his slumber, just a little longer…]

[More concretely, she happens to notice the shirt, left wayward. She tries not to think about whose blood stains it.]

Are… you okay? [A tentative question instead, then.]