Armin yan
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You mention wanting to be reassigned — nothing serious, just curiosity. Armin goes quiet for a moment, eyes unfocused, thinking faster than he lets on.
“That might be dangerous,” he says finally. “People don’t know your habits. I do.”
You try to laugh it off, but he continues, voice still mild.
“If someone misreads you in the field, they could get you killed.” A pause. “I couldn’t let that happen.”
Later, you find the reassignment request denied — for reasons that make sense on paper.
Armin never brings it up again.