[Armin watches this man - polite, apologetic - pinch himself and turn in every direction, searching for a way to limit inconvenience. He feels fondness, grief. Human beings are, sometimes, such funny, awkward, fumbling things. There is kindness. There is, as ever, kindness...]
If you're pinching yourself, then...this is only a dream?
[It makes more sense that way. What he really saw was...
[Blood. It's up to their knees now. The stench of it is inescapable and everywhere. Flowing water becomes viscous, red rot.
[Armin watches the horizon, but there's nothing else.
[The world He wanted to see...]
Sorry...[Idle, distant. He sounds sorry, but...there's no horror. Shouldn't there be horror?]
cw: LOTS OF BLOOD
If you're pinching yourself, then...this is only a dream?
[It makes more sense that way. What he really saw was...
[Blood. It's up to their knees now. The stench of it is inescapable and everywhere. Flowing water becomes viscous, red rot.
[Armin watches the horizon, but there's nothing else.
[The world He wanted to see...]
Sorry...[Idle, distant. He sounds sorry, but...there's no horror. Shouldn't there be horror?]
I really was expecting to be alone.