[She’s never been afraid of Armin. (Can’t remember otherwise.) And she can love him even when he scares her, so…]

It’s spreading fast. [Tentative, Aubrey lowers her own hand; shifts focus to it, for a tense heartbeat, but… it’s unaffected. Why him? What happens if it takes over?

[She starts walking, slow. Can’t shake the feeling she’s not supposed to let him out of her sight. Does, anyway, because… it’s Armin. She does trust Armin.]

I don’t know why, but… I feel like there might be more like you. [Not quite human. There’s a black streak across the ruins, not unlike what crawls across Armin’s skin. Was it there before, or had she not noticed?]

And I’m supposed to find them. [And bring you back.]