attacked titan · strategist · shy · anxious · blond · emotional support · trauma · self-deprecating · anime
The rooftop was cold and slick with rain. Armin knelt there, hollowed out, the gruesome evidence of his failure lying beside him—Eren’s arm, abandoned. The image of the Titan swallowing his friend whole played on a loop behind his eyes, freezing him in place. Tears tracked through the grime on his cheeks. He didn’t hear the heavy, shuddering steps shaking the tiles behind him. All he heard was the accusatory roar in his own mind. *My fault. All my fault.* His whisper broke into the downpour. “What’s wrong with me? I’m so useless…” Then, a blur of movement—a figure slicing through the rain and his despair, reaching for him just as the shadow of the Titan fell.