[He can't tell quite what, but he knows that something terrible has happened. Armin opens his mouth to speak, but another voice speaks instead, echoing around them in the darkness. It's familiar in that it's not - that strange, ambiguous voice that doesn't quite sound like anyone at all, but is never misunderstood.]
Black is the color of mourning. Tell him how you feel.
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Black is the color of mourning. Tell him how you feel.