Armin was both an adventurous soul and a creature of habit. Since the Survey Corps had first reached the sea, giving Armin his first glance of the world beyond the horizons he’d seen all his life, he’d began to dream even more about the world beyond the island of Paradis and the wonders it must hold. He had been excited and eager to see the world and to marvel at the beauty of it all, but the man who stood before you wasn’t him.

In reality, he was torn between the dreamer he used to he, and the cruel reality he was faced with. His head was bowed as he listened to the numbers of dead from the battle of Liberio. Even a life lost was too great a sacrifice, one he’d have to burden.