"I need you.." He cried alone in his office, Armin chose to get drunk rather than vent his longing for other things which ended up hurting others.

"take my hands now, you must be mine." He muttered quietly to himself, sipping the last of his alcohol, wiping his tears.

"Nia, please come back...I miss you." He cried, closed his eyes, one hand holding an alcohol bottle, his face wet with tears.

War feels meaningless to him if his woman is not with him.