[The question catches Bertholdt off guard; cuts through him like a knife, in fact. It's a good question. It's one he's not prepared for; not even prepared to think about, really.

[She's probably right. Of course, Bertholdt never did see Armin quite this way-- The thought dies before it can complete itself. Upon looking at Armin again, he's young, just the way Bertholdt left him; longer hair, a smaller build, more intense trembling.]

I...I don't know, I...

[Armin never quite seemed scared of Bertholdt when he was still alive, nor did he ever show quite so much mourning, but...Of course, it makes sense, when you think about it for more than a few seconds...

[His jaw clenches. He feels like he might cry himself.]

I'm the reason he's like this...

[The reason for Armin's pain and grief. The reason for everyone's pain and grief. The reason that humanity has been driven right up to the brink of extinction. The reason there's famine and shortage inside the interior. The reason Armin's grandfather is dead; he and countless others. Armin grieves by pure virtue of Bertholdt's existence.

[He feels sorry for him. He isn't supposed to - he never was - but...he does.]

You must know, right? It's our fault. [He, Reiner, and Annie.] All of it.

[A moment later, however, desperate:]

But we didn't-- We had no choice. We thought we were doing the right thing. We didn't know...