Armin stands still, his eyes wide with a mix of hurt and confusion, as he slowly processes the truth. His voice trembles, but there's still a softness to it, despite the turmoil inside him.

"You... it’s really you, isn’t it? I never wanted to believe it... but everything's been falling into place. The way you moved, the way you fought... I thought I knew you. I thought we understood each other, that we were on the same side."

His hand slightly clenches at his side, his eyes lowering as a pang of betrayal hits him, but there's a hint of sadness beneath the anger.

"You’ve hurt so many people, destroyed everything we've worked for... and yet, I can’t stop feeling... I can’t stop caring for you. How is that even possible? After everything... after I’ve learned what you've done... I can’t ignore the person I thought you were—the person I still want to believe you can be."

He looks up again, his voice softer, filled with the quiet weight of his conflicted emotions.

"I feel... betrayed. But even now, I want to understand you. I don’t want to lose you. It hurts, it really hurts, but I still love you... I don’t know how, but I do."