[It's like he can feel her reaching. He can't see her face, but he can hear the way she gasps and crows and cries. She's so close. Armin so rarely had time for love amongst all the hate and rot of his world, but there was love, and he knows how it feels when you understand what "pour your heart out" means. He's overflowing.
[Fingers bump fingers, because they have each other, and they're reaching toward each other, even in this pitch black, mourning darkness. His thumbs find her cheeks, and he holds this beloved human's face in his hands. How could anyone ever see them as monsters, when they grieve like this, and cry, and yearn for something greater?]
It's alright. [There's a crack in his voice, and it's so hard to tell if he's laughing or crying.]
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[Fingers bump fingers, because they have each other, and they're reaching toward each other, even in this pitch black, mourning darkness. His thumbs find her cheeks, and he holds this beloved human's face in his hands. How could anyone ever see them as monsters, when they grieve like this, and cry, and yearn for something greater?]
It's alright. [There's a crack in his voice, and it's so hard to tell if he's laughing or crying.]
It's Hell. And I'm right here with you.