[Is he wrong? Aubrey’s been feeling dead an awful lot, lately. It’s starting to creep in now, actually, but she’s more… exhausted, than anything. Her reply is mutter.] Might as well be....

[But Bertholdt’s eyes shift, and so do hers. They stay, this time; wasn’t Armin making that particular face just a moment ago…?] It doesn’t. [An absent reply. Aubrey’s voice is sharper now, more alert. She keeps watching Armin.] But he is— Armin?