[Does he? Armin straightens , though keeps his arms loosely around Aubrey. He looks her in the eye, the softest of smiles on his face; it still isn't a pretty one. It's still broken. Armin might never be unbroken so long as he lives.

['I don't know.'

[He pulls his arms away, clasping her hands instead.]

We'll find that peace. For all of us.

This world is at our disposal. It's cruel, but...it isn't the same.

There's hope, Aubrey. We'll do whatever it takes. Can you promise me that?