( a long, long moment of silence. armin doesn't speak. he doesn't attempt to speak. in fact, he doesn't seem interested in the act. his brain is buzzing, alert and raw, skipping between traitors and soldiers. the dead and the knowledge his world is, in itself, unnatural. worlds, worlds. worlds, what a strange thing, and his world, the word is blurring and tasting strange on his tongue, terrifies others. and this world is strange, too. but it is perfect and peaceful, and armin hates that he hates it. he wishes for eren and mikasa beside him but not in this world, and he knows he shouldn't because he. feels. so. tired. how must the corporal feel? )
— sorry. ( he realizes that must have been awkward. ) Um, my name is Armin Arlert.
yah sorry 4 ur taste
— sorry. ( he realizes that must have been awkward. ) Um, my name is Armin Arlert.