[He really, objectively may be right, is the thing. At the same time…]
Does that help anyone, now? [There’s a frustration to it; it’s not for Eren, really.] What’s done is done. But…
[She reaches for his hands, to hold them firm; one in each of her own. It’s a self-reminder, too, to stay present. Talking about the long term can only sound demeaning when the wound’s fresh.] I know guilt. I know guilt—can you trust me on that?
[It's not that it sounds demeaning, really - maybe dismissive is a better word - but Aubrey takes Eren's hands before he can get angry again. It surprises him; it grounds him. He squeezes them both without thinking, hot tears still fresh in his eyes.
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It's no one's but mine to carry, Aubrey...
You don't know what I'm capable of. I could have saved them. I should have...
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[He really, objectively may be right, is the thing. At the same time…]
Does that help anyone, now? [There’s a frustration to it; it’s not for Eren, really.] What’s done is done. But…
[She reaches for his hands, to hold them firm; one in each of her own. It’s a self-reminder, too, to stay present. Talking about the long term can only sound demeaning when the wound’s fresh.] I know guilt. I know guilt—can you trust me on that?
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["Can you trust me on that?"]
Of course...