[Now this yelling—almost startling. As soon as Eren lets go she grips at her own hands as if on instinct, not quite having realized how tightly he held them.]

[Aubrey starts to cry—openly, without bothering to hide it—but the tension doesn’t abate. It boils, as Eren yells at her, and she stands even as she shakes. In the back of her mind: She should know better than this. But it’s been years since she took a lecture lying down, and she’s not about to give in again now.]

Y-you know what you are? You’re selfish. [Her fists clench at her sides like she’s trying to draw blood.] You talk like you’re a freedom fighter, but you know what you’ll tell me? [Ah—the implicit acceptance of what he’ll become.] You gave up!