[At this, Armin's expression becomes tight, but not in the way that precedes anger, or anything like that; he's choking back emotion as best he can. He never had time to deal with feelings like this in the real world. There would be no way of knowing what Bertholdt thought of him there. He blames himself?]

Yeah...

[The knuckle-tapping slowly picks up again, and Armin nods, eyes on the table.]

I think...we can all relate to that in some way.

[His throat does go a little hoarse as he's talking; he chokes it back, clearing his throat.]

We were friends. Despite everything, we...were friends once.

[Ah, but. This isn't really about him. Bertholdt's not in the same building as them right now - at least, not to Armin's knowledge. But...someone else is.]

Do...you want to talk about it? Your friend...?

[She should be back any minute, but...here? Who knows?]