[Aubrey's sudden ire makes Bertholdt jump on reflex. He's always been the nervous type, and he prefers to avoid confrontation when he can; doesn't seem like that'll be an option right now, though.]

What can I do other than what you've already tried? You said yourself that this world toys with us. That's what's happening. You're being toyed with.

[To his credit, Bertholdt finally moves, pushing himself up to stand. He approaches Armin as Aubrey has requested.]

Hey, Armin. It's me, remember? The traitor who destroyed your life. What, you don't want to see me?

[He isn't budging. It's useless. Bertholdt feels bad for his callousness, but what else is he supposed to do? It's hard enough to see Armin like this, even with the anger he still holds for him.

[He closes his eyes for a moment, as if he can't bear to look at him.]

Armin...

[His eyes open. There's an edge to his stare now.]

You shouldn't beat yourself up like this. We all know you only did what you had to do. Hell, you didn't even know what you were doing until it was over.

I only got what I had coming to me. Didn't you hear me say that?

Come on...Get up.

[Alas, nothing.]

What did I tell you? He's just an illusion. You're wasting your time.