[Ah. Armin's smile warms. It's genuine. It's Eren, always thinking in black and white - even here, even now. He manages the mindset while violating it at every step with some contradiction that only makes sense to Eren, Eren, Eren, ever Eren, and Armin will never know him, and know all of him, as well as he knows himself, which might not be at all...

[Is it a good dream? A bad one?]

Good and bad has never made sense to me. You know that.

[There's water. Armin shifts his leg back and forth, kicking up small waves; they wash back red.]

It's a terrible dream, but it looked beautiful for a minute, didn't it?

[Armin turns his head over his shoulder, where the endless ocean's horizon is still clean, clear blue.]

Look that way, and it's still beautiful.

[The other direction, looming behind Eren - thick, viscous red, sloshing.

[But that direction looks beautiful too. It's where Armin's dear friend is standing.]

I don't mean to talk in riddles, though...this is a dream. What I mean by all that is...

It's exactly the type of dream someone like me would have. Good or bad? I guess I can't really decide.