( for a moment, Armin's breath catches in his throat.
even at his most bitter and angry, life without Eren felt like eternity, those lonesome, twilight moments before the morning seeming to contract and stretch the way the Paths do. the lines of adulthood in Armin's face are still somewhat youthful: the set of his eyes, weary and dull, aging Armin above all else. finally, he laughs in an exhale, straightening off the ground to face Eren as he last remembers him.
no, that's not right. the last Armin remembers — )
You can be really cruel... ( Armin smiles, subdued but fond. ) Eren.
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even at his most bitter and angry, life without Eren felt like eternity, those lonesome, twilight moments before the morning seeming to contract and stretch the way the Paths do. the lines of adulthood in Armin's face are still somewhat youthful: the set of his eyes, weary and dull, aging Armin above all else. finally, he laughs in an exhale, straightening off the ground to face Eren as he last remembers him.
no, that's not right. the last Armin remembers — )
You can be really cruel... ( Armin smiles, subdued but fond. ) Eren.