[Sometimes Eren doesn't know if Aubrey loves him or hates him. They see each other every day. They're comrades. They're friends. Eren is used to bonds like that being steadfast (he knows very well now that they can be broken, although...Reiner didn't exactly prove that).
[She's meant to be on his side. That's the point. Not some fuck off Pleasant Boy asshole she just met. He doesn't know why it pisses him off as badly as it does; or, why it hurts him.
[She can smell the rot. Maybe that's it. She doesn't want to know what sort of monster he is, and he doesn't want her to run away the second that she learns. It gnaws at him every time they talk. He's tired of wearing a mask; never been much good at that until he couldn't help but be.
[He wants to be close to her; makes sure he can't be.
[She's not just some girl. She's just like They are. One of his. He just wonders whether she sees him the same way.
[He howled with grief while she stroked and soothed him.
[Fuck. He loves her. He's so sick of fucking loving people.]
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[Not for the first time, Aubrey feels like she’s both dodged a bullet and tripped a wire. She doesn’t want to be having this conversation anymore.]
I don’t know what else you want me to say.
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I'll just see you tomorrow.
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See you too, then.
[Ugh. And there’s Akechi’s message…]
this is literally so dramatic of him but here we are
[She's meant to be on his side. That's the point. Not some fuck off Pleasant Boy asshole she just met. He doesn't know why it pisses him off as badly as it does; or, why it hurts him.
[She can smell the rot. Maybe that's it. She doesn't want to know what sort of monster he is, and he doesn't want her to run away the second that she learns. It gnaws at him every time they talk. He's tired of wearing a mask; never been much good at that until he couldn't help but be.
[He wants to be close to her; makes sure he can't be.
[She's not just some girl. She's just like They are. One of his. He just wonders whether she sees him the same way.
[He howled with grief while she stroked and soothed him.
[Fuck. He loves her. He's so sick of fucking loving people.]