[ But the bite he means to put into his words is nonexistent. He can't muster it. He's still angry, but the idea of what comes next is so awful he can hardly stand to think about it. ]
I won't let you die. Somehow we'll figure something out. You're not allowed to die on me.
[ He has that tone in his voice that he gets when he's speaking treason, something that might sound fanatic to someone else. It's his intensity level ramped up, the tension set into his body obvious even as he holds onto Armin. ]
I won't let you. We have to come home.
[ Not you have to come home. Eren would die for someone he loved if he had to, but that's never where his ideas start. We have to come home. ]
[As kids, they'd both had these fantastical ideas...A life without the games, without the famine, without districts, and peacekeepers, and pain. They could find that freedom, surely, if they only tried. But Eren's ideas became fanatical and treacherous. Surely, he can't believe they'll both be able to make it home...]
If it comes down to it, you have...you have to win! You have to come home - Mikasa needs you, and...
[He closes his eyes shut tight, still clinging to Eren.]
I'm not nearly as important...you want to change the world, I'm just some stupid kid...I'm only going to drag you down, I...I don't know what I was thinking.
[ Eren pushes back enough to look into Armin's eyes again. ]
Don’t. Don’t even start that. You can't go into that arena thinking about how you're gonna die to save me.
[ He just knows that's what's going on. Seems like a good way to end up dead right away. And without Armin to strategise, Eren himself is likely to get killed too. He doesn't stand a chance against the Careers without a plan. And he's likely to run off half-cocked like always. He's self-aware enough to realise that much. ]
I can't change the world alone. You're the smartest person I know. If anyone can figure out how to game the Games, it's you.
[ He drops his gaze and his hands at the same time, finally. Those tears he tried to stop slide down his cheeks and he doesn't even wipe them away yet. ]
Besides, you're my...
[ But he's not even sure how to finish that. Anything he comes up with seems inadequate, or like a truth he can't yet confess. ]
[Armin understands. It's almost something that doesn't need to be spoken. He's Eren's. Eren is his. Mikasa - she's theirs too, and they're hers. Whatever that might come to mean, it doesn't matter. It'll always be true.]
Eren...
[Armin's voice becomes very soft. He reaches up to thumb away the tears on Eren's cheeks.]
I won't leave you...[Isn't that what started this whole thing anyway?]
You're...you're right.
[He takes a deep breath, tries to inflate his chest as much as possible. Then, he breathes it out. it's a feeble attempt at trying to look, or sound, or maybe even feel brave, but...it doesn't quite land on any of those fronts. Still...]
We'll find a way to win. Both of us. We will, we...we have to...
[ Eren leans his forehead against Armin's, eyes closed again, for just a moment. When he straightens up, he does wipe tears away with the back of his hand.
His green eyes are determined, blazing with that spark that borders on mania or madness at times. ]
We'll kill everyone if that's what we have to do.
[ He doesn't really just mean in the arena, but details, right? ]
What do we do now?
[ Determined, but uncertain, he looks down at Armin, searching. Eren isn't a planner. He's sure he can murder a few people if it comes to it, but Armin is the thinker. He must have some idea of how to strategise. There's all the stuff before the Games and everything, but Eren isn't even thinking of that.
All he can think of is blood and death and winning and coming home. Together, somehow. ]
[Armin takes a deep breath. Whether or not he wants to - whether or not he likes it - it's time to start steeling himself. He'll have to if he wants to survive; for Eren, he needs to survive...
[And he needs to think.]
There are preparations before the games. That includes training - at least, some - if I'm not mistaken...
I need to find a weapon I can learn and learn quickly. That will be key...[As much as he hates - hates - to admit that...]
We'll learn more - not much more, but more - during this period of preparation.
We need to pay attention to everything - the other players, anything and everything we learn about the games, how to get sponsors, how to appeal to the viewers--
[Something clicks.]
Eren, that's the key. You've seen yourself what a difference sponsors can make. There will be an interview portion preceding the games. We need to make an impression - both of us.
[Eren, who is both the most and least charismatic person Armin's ever met, somehow.]
Whatever we can do to appeal to our audience, that's what we have to do. That's what we have to do to win.
[ Despite the grimness of the situation, Eren smiles a little watching Armin just think. He's sure he's never met anyone smarter. If anyone can game the Games, it's gotta be Armin.
They just need more information on what actually happens. Some of the before stuff is a mystery. There's training of some kind, though training in the actual Districts has always been forbidden. 1 and 2 don't care; the career tributes there definitely come in with training.
Eren knows a little about how to use a knife, but nothing formal enough. Is that the kind of weapon he should pick? That's pretty personal; you have to get close to someone to kill them with a knife. Well, it's not like he cares all that much. Other people don't matter in this equation, even if they're only kids.
The only thing that matters is not letting Armin die. That's it. That's all there can be. ]
W-wait, we have to appeal to our audience? How the hell are we gonna do that?
[ Eren is self-aware enough to know he's not exactly the most personable or inspiring person alive. He doesn't realise that sometimes he is both of those things, not really. ]
They dress us up and parade us around, but District 12 doesn't do so hot with sponsors. You know that.
[ He has a feeling Armin will do fine at the interview stuff. He has a good idea of how to get into other people's heads and say what they want to hear. Eren is just Eren; he says whatever he means at the time. ]
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[ But the bite he means to put into his words is nonexistent. He can't muster it. He's still angry, but the idea of what comes next is so awful he can hardly stand to think about it. ]
I won't let you die. Somehow we'll figure something out. You're not allowed to die on me.
[ He has that tone in his voice that he gets when he's speaking treason, something that might sound fanatic to someone else. It's his intensity level ramped up, the tension set into his body obvious even as he holds onto Armin. ]
I won't let you. We have to come home.
[ Not you have to come home. Eren would die for someone he loved if he had to, but that's never where his ideas start. We have to come home. ]
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[As kids, they'd both had these fantastical ideas...A life without the games, without the famine, without districts, and peacekeepers, and pain. They could find that freedom, surely, if they only tried. But Eren's ideas became fanatical and treacherous. Surely, he can't believe they'll both be able to make it home...]
If it comes down to it, you have...you have to win! You have to come home - Mikasa needs you, and...
[He closes his eyes shut tight, still clinging to Eren.]
I'm not nearly as important...you want to change the world, I'm just some stupid kid...I'm only going to drag you down, I...I don't know what I was thinking.
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Don’t. Don’t even start that. You can't go into that arena thinking about how you're gonna die to save me.
[ He just knows that's what's going on. Seems like a good way to end up dead right away. And without Armin to strategise, Eren himself is likely to get killed too. He doesn't stand a chance against the Careers without a plan. And he's likely to run off half-cocked like always. He's self-aware enough to realise that much. ]
I can't change the world alone. You're the smartest person I know. If anyone can figure out how to game the Games, it's you.
[ He drops his gaze and his hands at the same time, finally. Those tears he tried to stop slide down his cheeks and he doesn't even wipe them away yet. ]
Besides, you're my...
[ But he's not even sure how to finish that. Anything he comes up with seems inadequate, or like a truth he can't yet confess. ]
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Eren...
[Armin's voice becomes very soft. He reaches up to thumb away the tears on Eren's cheeks.]
I won't leave you...[Isn't that what started this whole thing anyway?]
You're...you're right.
[He takes a deep breath, tries to inflate his chest as much as possible. Then, he breathes it out. it's a feeble attempt at trying to look, or sound, or maybe even feel brave, but...it doesn't quite land on any of those fronts. Still...]
We'll find a way to win. Both of us. We will, we...we have to...
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His green eyes are determined, blazing with that spark that borders on mania or madness at times. ]
We'll kill everyone if that's what we have to do.
[ He doesn't really just mean in the arena, but details, right? ]
What do we do now?
[ Determined, but uncertain, he looks down at Armin, searching. Eren isn't a planner. He's sure he can murder a few people if it comes to it, but Armin is the thinker. He must have some idea of how to strategise. There's all the stuff before the Games and everything, but Eren isn't even thinking of that.
All he can think of is blood and death and winning and coming home. Together, somehow. ]
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[Armin takes a deep breath. Whether or not he wants to - whether or not he likes it - it's time to start steeling himself. He'll have to if he wants to survive; for Eren, he needs to survive...
[And he needs to think.]
There are preparations before the games. That includes training - at least, some - if I'm not mistaken...
I need to find a weapon I can learn and learn quickly. That will be key...[As much as he hates - hates - to admit that...]
We'll learn more - not much more, but more - during this period of preparation.
We need to pay attention to everything - the other players, anything and everything we learn about the games, how to get sponsors, how to appeal to the viewers--
[Something clicks.]
Eren, that's the key. You've seen yourself what a difference sponsors can make. There will be an interview portion preceding the games. We need to make an impression - both of us.
[Eren, who is both the most and least charismatic person Armin's ever met, somehow.]
Whatever we can do to appeal to our audience, that's what we have to do. That's what we have to do to win.
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They just need more information on what actually happens. Some of the before stuff is a mystery. There's training of some kind, though training in the actual Districts has always been forbidden. 1 and 2 don't care; the career tributes there definitely come in with training.
Eren knows a little about how to use a knife, but nothing formal enough. Is that the kind of weapon he should pick? That's pretty personal; you have to get close to someone to kill them with a knife. Well, it's not like he cares all that much. Other people don't matter in this equation, even if they're only kids.
The only thing that matters is not letting Armin die. That's it. That's all there can be. ]
W-wait, we have to appeal to our audience? How the hell are we gonna do that?
[ Eren is self-aware enough to know he's not exactly the most personable or inspiring person alive. He doesn't realise that sometimes he is both of those things, not really. ]
They dress us up and parade us around, but District 12 doesn't do so hot with sponsors. You know that.
[ He has a feeling Armin will do fine at the interview stuff. He has a good idea of how to get into other people's heads and say what they want to hear. Eren is just Eren; he says whatever he means at the time. ]