[Oh, but he's so practiced at stay upright in a spinning room, so why does he curl in on himself like that? He feels nauseated like the first time he saw a titan - like the first time he watched someone die - like the first time he killed someone - like the first time he stepped on a boat - like the first time he killed a city.
[It hurts. Armin's inner ears pick up some minute whistling deep inside his body; losing air. He should ask what this man knows, why he knows, how he knows - how he talked to him, where he is - what the Hell's going on, but it doesn't matter. None of it makes sense. Why should it start now?
[All he can think about is the sound of his own name, and how a stranger knows it because Eren loved him enough to mention him-- It. Hurts. It's not fair. Nothing is, but it's not fair.]
I'm sorry. [He manages, somehow, to say so normally, though he won't lift his head.] I'll just need one...minute...
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[It hurts. Armin's inner ears pick up some minute whistling deep inside his body; losing air. He should ask what this man knows, why he knows, how he knows - how he talked to him, where he is - what the Hell's going on, but it doesn't matter. None of it makes sense. Why should it start now?
[All he can think about is the sound of his own name, and how a stranger knows it because Eren loved him enough to mention him-- It. Hurts. It's not fair. Nothing is, but it's not fair.]
I'm sorry. [He manages, somehow, to say so normally, though he won't lift his head.] I'll just need one...minute...