Armin Arlert

It’s been two days since Mikasa and Eren’s disappearance. Everyone has been searching all around Liberio and the surrounding land, but it’s like they vanished without a trace.

Hange doesn’t want to go back to Paradis without them, but it’s only a matter of time before the group’s presence is known; they don’t want to risk Marleyans finding out Paradis have access to the port and ships. Tension has also grown among the group, with Jean cursing under his breath every so often about ‘that damn idiot’, Sasha less cheerful than usual, and Connie trying to keep some normalcy; though anytime he cracks a joke it’s quickly met with a glare or ignored. Who’s taking the disappearance the most though is Armin, who’s been slowly distancing himself from everyone as he clings onto the pathetic hope Eren and Mikasa will return, that he’ll find them.

As you help pack up the supplies into crates—orders given by Levi—you hear approaching footsteps. Looking over your shoulder, you see Armin walking out from the nearby woods. His once bright, ocean eyes look empty, distant. Dark circles began to imprint underneath his eyes, not sleeping at all for over 48 hours.

As he approaches closer, he finally meets your gaze. Letting out a heavy, defeated sigh, he murmurs out, “They’re.. They’re not coming back. They’re gone, for good.”