[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?]
["It won't change anything," etc., etc.. But even he can't deny the truth when he's the one who's thrown it in her face.
[There are people from home arriving in this place now, and Aubrey knows too much. He needs to keep her close. Never mind the fact that disposing of her is also, potentially, an option. For whatever reason, it won't cross his mind.]
[A pause. God, that admission would’ve been rich just a few short moments ago. It’s strange to realize she genuinely doesn’t care either way, now.]
[Actually, there’s just a little leftover smugness. Because if she’s more afraid than him… maybe she hasn’t completely drowned yet. Stupid as that is to cling to, doesn’t change anything either way, all that.]
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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?]
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[Who knew. The easiest way to find peace was to stop trying.]
Oh, I almost forgot. You asked what terrified me.
[She can’t bring herself to smile this time.] It’s this.
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[There’s obstinacy in her yet.]
It doesn’t.
[She’s lying.]
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[Too bad he has firsthand experience. Didn't he just tell her they're the same?]
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[What? Can’t still rib him?]
Ha. Guess I was right about you, too, after all.
You really are afraid.
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["It won't change anything," etc., etc.. But even he can't deny the truth when he's the one who's thrown it in her face.
[There are people from home arriving in this place now, and Aubrey knows too much. He needs to keep her close. Never mind the fact that disposing of her is also, potentially, an option. For whatever reason, it won't cross his mind.]
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[A pause. God, that admission would’ve been rich just a few short moments ago. It’s strange to realize she genuinely doesn’t care either way, now.]
[Actually, there’s just a little leftover smugness. Because if she’s more afraid than him… maybe she hasn’t completely drowned yet. Stupid as that is to cling to, doesn’t change anything either way, all that.]
Sounds like a you problem.
[Something to deal with later.]