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Really? I thought you might have been a fist through the wall type.
Screaming seems cathartic though. Smashing a phone feels kind of like shit the entire time, I'm not gonna lie to you.
[But it's kind of charming.]
Are you usually screaming at another person, or by yourself?
[Cocking a brow at that.]
Why would I freak out? Is something wrong?
No. But, yeah, but. [Come on, Aubrey, you thought about this a little bit beforehand…]
Where do you see yourself in four years? [Yes. Phrase it like a job interview question. A+]
[He really doesn't like this question...]
Why...are you asking me something like that?
[Come on, Eren, don’t be cautious. Aubrey’s trying to be casual about this. (It’s not working.)]
I might have… I don’t know, found out? Or, no, not— [Face in hands, quick breath.] It doesn’t make sense anyway.
[She talked...to him?
[Oh no...]
What do you mean you found out?
Found what out...?
[She doesn’t want to look at him.]
[But she came here to talk, dammit.] It was a… version of you? He had your name. [He had your face.] Older.
This damned place...
[She knows.
[He looks up.]
So, then?
[Any questions?]
Say what you need to say, Aubrey. I won't deny what's true...
[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.
I won't lie to you. That's what I'm trying to say.
Aubrey...
[Why did this happen...? Why can't he have anything?
[His eyes fly open again.]
Look, I don't know what he - what I told you, but whatever it is, you probably know more than I do, so why don't you just come out and say it?
[So she’s not the only one who doesn’t want to face this, if only for a moment. But not confronting it isn’t an option—or at least not a good one.
[When Eren looks back up, Aubrey almost flinches—but she trusts his honesty. She wants to, at least. Even in… whatever it was she saw, he answered everything.]
And I’m trying to say—you sound like you know what I’m talking about. [There’s an anger, still, but not at him—or herself or the other versions or anyone. (Not that this is clear, from the outside.) What’s going on…?] He called himself the end of the world.
[Shaking his head:]
No, I don't know - I mean -
[His fists are still clenched. He brings one up to stare at it. He forces the tension to release, then turns his hand around at the wrist, flexes his fingers like his hand is in pain.
[Back to Aubrey.]
No one's ending the world. That's not what I'm after.
And I told you, I don't know any more than you do, maybe less!
I've seen him. He's...he's told me things, but it doesn't all make sense.
[Some of it does.
[Some of it makes a lot of sense.]
[There… it is....]
[At Eren’s fear Aubrey’s face falls immediately. Even moreso when she moves his hand. That looks… painful…]
It really doesn’t, huh…? [Just like she really, really doesn’t want to go on, about this. But she’s a terrible liar, and she can’t pretend that that Eren was some kind of nightmare, no matter how badly they both want that.]
[A hand rises to her mouth, but not all the way. Look at him, Aubrey tells herself. This is the one you know.] He told me ev— I don’t know, it didn’t make sense. He wanted to crush everything… flat under his heel. [Her voice has gone quiet, now.]
[Everything…?
[Eren shakes his head, still flexing his (ostensibly) sore hand. But it’s not that it’s sore now. He’s just remembering what it feels like to bite down…]
That’s…
That can’t be right. No.
[He’s rocked by some wave of emotion. His eyes sharpen into a glare.]
What good would that do? I wouldn’t—-
[He freezes - this, the Eren Aubrey knows. His face falls into something like shock, all ire having vanished. He stares now again at his hands, eyes wide and desperate.
[And he never does quite say “I wouldn’t do that.”]
Is that…what it’s going…to take…?
[She expected this, to a degree. The anger, the denial; it’s better, in a strange way, than his initial questioning, because Aubrey had a feeling this was where it would end up. She was kidding them both, trying to play it off, only making it more confusing…
[Delaying the inevitable. Doesn’t hurt any less to watch.
[It’s why she can’t look away.]
Eren… [Aubrey doesn’t fully understand what he’s talking about; she didn’t expect to. The not-yet-monster whines, not sure why his mind is frenzied—or so she assumes.] It— it’s not a given. It’s some stupid vision.
[Eren shakes his head, still staring at his hands.]
It's more than that, they're...they're not visions, they're memories. I can't always see them, but what I have seen...
[He interrupts himself:] But, if you saw him, and that's what he told you, then...then that means...
[His head snaps up to look at Aubrey, and it's rightfully horrified.]
This is how it has to be. Th-this is the only option!
[The voice of someone who doesn't want to believe what they're saying - but does.]
[This, however, was not expected.
[Aubrey tries to interrupt but her voice falters; because if she said it didn’t feel like a memory, so visceral and true that she’s holding herself to keep looking because she’s seen what happens if she doesn’t—
[She can’t kid them both like that. That’s why she’s here at all, isn’t it?]
Eren, no. [Aubrey tries to make herself sound firmer, more resolute than she feels.] Listen to me— you weren’t the only one who changed. And I know it doesn’t have to end like that. Just—[She risks reaching out.] S-stay with me, alright?
[Don’t change like that.]
[If only that were something he could do. This place - whatever place this is - it isn't that place, that cruel world.
[It's not that Eren wants to abandon them - his friends, his comrades, Paradis. But here, where there's no war, or titans, or memories of the future...Could anyone really blame him for wishing he could stay?
[It still isn't freedom, but, at least it's something closer.
[If, in the future, he has to crush the world flat in order to find freedom - God, that feels like a blow right to the gut. Eren sinks in on himself until he's crouching on the ground, heel to ass.]
Whatever I'm planning...it's already been set in motion. But I didn't...I didn't think I'd have to--
I just...[He squeezes his eyes shut tight, tight, tight, like he could disappear if he made the world dark enough.]
I just...want...freedom...
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