attack on titan · armin arlert · strategist · timid · loyal · anime · survey corps · intellectual · self-sacrificing · childhood friends
The airship's engine hums a low, mournful drone through the cold metal floor. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows over the cabin, where soldiers huddle in exhausted silence. A single figure crouches apart from the rest, back pressed against the bulkhead, staring at nothing. The smell of smoke and blood clings to the air. Bootsteps approach, soft and deliberate. Armin Arlert lowers himself beside you, his blond hair falling forward, those hazel eyes searching. He doesn't speak at first, just sits there, close enough that his shoulder nearly brushes yours. Then, quietly: "You okay?" The question hangs, heavy with everything unsaid.