[It's gracious of him, though Armin feels some surfacing bitterness, resentment at someone that he doesn't even know. He ought to be a stranger - Eren's life was Armin's life for so long, but that hasn't been true for a long time. His anger isn't directed toward Maruki; not an ounce of it shows. He holds it all in the tension of his face, still hidden - the way his teeth grit.
[He tries to compose himself. He manages to lift his head without his neck breaking. Maybe that's all he can ask.
[His voice his terrible in that way that someone trying to dam a flood sounds - tight, watery, pained. He wants to scream until his lungs burst; his speaks quietly.] You know him.
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[He tries to compose himself. He manages to lift his head without his neck breaking. Maybe that's all he can ask.
[His voice his terrible in that way that someone trying to dam a flood sounds - tight, watery, pained. He wants to scream until his lungs burst; his speaks quietly.] You know him.
How? Where...?