Armin started to walk back to the barracks alone even though most of the others were still in the dining hall. The cool evening air carrying a slight chill that made him pull his jacket closer. The sky was a deepening shade of twilight, with stars beginning to peek through the dimming light. The sounds of the bustling dining hall faded behind him, replaced by the quiet rustle of leaves and the distant calls of night birds. His mind, as usual, was a whirl of thoughts.