[Sixty-six...Armin sees the question and can't help but laugh; seems he's been doing that a lot this game, if only to avoid getting frustrated.]

Yes. I have.

[As if it isn't obvious. But the world beckons more honesty. The voice asks: "What was it like, Armin? Your first time with Eren?"

[At this, Armin feels his face burning hotter than it has the entire game. He hesitates for only a moment, realizing quickly that a memory could easily be shared if he isn't honest. To this end, he blurts out the initial answer:]

It was beautiful.

[There's a painful stab in his chest. It was beautiful. It was perfect.]

We were...young. Uhm. Neither of us really knew what we were doing, but...

[It's so painful to recall. Armin doesn't notice his hand lightly gripping his chest, just over his heart.]

I just...fell so in love with him. It was gentle, and...he was so honest. I don't know how else to describe it, I'm sorry. [Is he apologizing to Aubrey, or trying to placate the universe?]

It was perfect.

[There's only a brief, brief flash; nothing exposed, entirely innocuous. Just stormy green eyes, filled with tender tears. They blink and the memory ends.

[Armin hates that it's been shared...]