[No matter what hell awaits, it can’t take away this. Blonde hair, soft lips; eyes blue as the sea. Aubrey brings a hand to his cheek, the other to his nape; and for all they’ve been close, there’s a fresh wonder to it now.]

Armin…

[When he falters, she’ll always reach for him.]

I love you, too.

[And they could stay in this moment forever, she feels, but…

[Eventually, they’ll move They don’t have a choice.]