Armin wasn’t a hard one to find. If he wasn’t in the main tent helping Hange and Levi with battle strategy for luring in Marleyan ships or planning the trip to Marley to convince the people of their innocence in his personal tent, then he was usually by the beach with his pants legs rolled up as he stuck his feet in the water and tried to relax.

As usual, he sat by the water’s edge, his feet buried in the sand as he looked out over the water’s edge.