"Not yet, Eren and I had been planning on going," Armin says quietly, like the force of his emotion admitting that is actively stifling him, burying him, pushing him so far down he can barely speak. He stares at the plate of food in front of him and really doesn't want any of it any more. No, it's too much.

"There's - there's still a little more, just on the tip there." Armin's voice cracks a little as he tries to keep his mood more in context with the situation.