[Mikasa doesn't argue - thank God she doesn't argue, or Armin wouldn't know what to do with himself. As for her question, he doesn't argue either. He knows exactly what she means. Every day, he lives with the guilt of having to aid in Eren's death, but he wasn't the one who had to bring the blade down through his neck, had to carry his disembodied head back to his friends. She'd looked so calm, at the time.
[He presses his nose into her hair, and without thinking, adds a small kiss. She's like a sister to him. He doesn't question it.]
Of course I do. Of course I do...
[Because it's what had to be done. Eren ensured that. Armin still blames himself, and he still blames Eren, but not Mikasa.
[No. Not Mikasa, and not anyone else either. He never would.]
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[He presses his nose into her hair, and without thinking, adds a small kiss. She's like a sister to him. He doesn't question it.]
Of course I do. Of course I do...
[Because it's what had to be done. Eren ensured that. Armin still blames himself, and he still blames Eren, but not Mikasa.
[No. Not Mikasa, and not anyone else either. He never would.]