( a soft "mm" of acknowledgement. in a better, less gloomy mood, Armin might flush: self aware and self conscious some god — or at least its representative jewel — of water and virtue would bond to him. Armin watches the floor before their feet. )
I think your temperature is because of yours. ( and if Eren's fever had since lowered... probably, sapphire has a calming effect. (or...) too soon. too raw. Armin is, still, collecting his thoughts, making sense of his first impression of synchrony.
how, or perhaps who, had initiated the moment, he can't say. but he knows who had ended it, and he knows he doesn't quite mind: the synchrony, pleasant, yes, but dark and overwhelming, perhaps for the sort of people, the sort of monsters, he and Eren are. )
[ better this at the moment than not, or something else, those things that he'd left behind. eventually, eren's arm slips from its branch on armin's shoulders to hang loosely at his sides. ]
Have you tried using it?
[ he vaguely remembers the scientists in their banter of information that eren would have to gradually wrap his head around rather than immediately. the pauses in between are still pregnant, eren nearly didn't even ask another question— but the awkward attempts are still there. ]
( that, Armin minds a little, a slight sag in his shoulders. his arm likewise falls to his side. )
Not on purpose. Those scientists said I can heal people, but... ( a turn of Armin's head. he examines Eren. ) You, still, look kind of red. Whatever's helping your fever must be passive. They said our gems need a certain kind of energy to use their powers.
( is this something Eren had or hadn't heard after his own arrival? the moment takes a familiar beat. )
[ heal people . . . eren could only dwell on it for a moment before armin would begin to consider his silence as ignorance. eren was a chronic spacer when there were more important things on his mind, though— he vaguely remembers a thing or two, and uses what would make the most sense. ]
Synchrony, right?
[ wrong. well, almost. he wasn't listening intently enough to distinguish the process and the actual energy. ]
( to that, Armin is silent; his expression, as contemplative as it is sorry. he had intended to avoid the subject. )
About that... ( Armin's pace rolls to a stop. hesitating again, he meets Eren's gaze... but falters after a particular point. kind of weird. ) It's okay... Ours wasn't very long. It was kind of weird, so...
( so?
after another pause, Armin begins walking. as though to leave the subject behind. ) We don't know what kind of world Noctium is, anyway. We might not need to use our gem powers. But if we do... We, still, have the Attack and Colossus.
( although Armin is yet to allow his body to heal, the mildest of burns born from Eren's fever. )
[ yeah. weird. or maybe it was just a failure not worth churning— it wasn't as if eren was going to want to try it again any time soon, neither did the feelings bring him comfort.
he and armin have done this plenty of times, walking around the uncomfortable elephant in the room, so. it's not as if he's expectant to see it change any time soon (it wouldn't change, any time soon). even if eren prefers it that way, given the circumstance, it makes him feel distant, all the same, as much as he begins to look the part.
he's walking with, his manna has depleted to bring down the fever, their earlier synchrony produced little to nothing and a heaviness of using it on and off, unintentionally, begins to set in. ]
At least we have options, [ a loose shrug, ] for now. As long as we figure out how to get back to where we need to be.
Armin can only guess where, or what, that is for him. (but if his death is uncertain... can he, still, stop Eren at fort salta? can the future change?) the where that Eren wants to go... Armin can't possibly allow him to do that. after a minute pause, however, ) Yeah... ( is all Armin says in reply, something a little resolute between the lines of misery and exhaustion.
with nothing else said, silence overtakes the two and wherever they might go. )
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I think your temperature is because of yours. ( and if Eren's fever had since lowered... probably, sapphire has a calming effect. (or...) too soon. too raw. Armin is, still, collecting his thoughts, making sense of his first impression of synchrony.
how, or perhaps who, had initiated the moment, he can't say. but he knows who had ended it, and he knows he doesn't quite mind: the synchrony, pleasant, yes, but dark and overwhelming, perhaps for the sort of people, the sort of monsters, he and Eren are. )
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Have you tried using it?
[ he vaguely remembers the scientists in their banter of information that eren would have to gradually wrap his head around rather than immediately. the pauses in between are still pregnant, eren nearly didn't even ask another question— but the awkward attempts are still there. ]
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Not on purpose. Those scientists said I can heal people, but... ( a turn of Armin's head. he examines Eren. ) You, still, look kind of red. Whatever's helping your fever must be passive. They said our gems need a certain kind of energy to use their powers.
( is this something Eren had or hadn't heard after his own arrival? the moment takes a familiar beat. )
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Synchrony, right?
[ wrong. well, almost. he wasn't listening intently enough to distinguish the process and the actual energy. ]
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About that... ( Armin's pace rolls to a stop. hesitating again, he meets Eren's gaze... but falters after a particular point. kind of weird. ) It's okay... Ours wasn't very long. It was kind of weird, so...
( so?
after another pause, Armin begins walking. as though to leave the subject behind. ) We don't know what kind of world Noctium is, anyway. We might not need to use our gem powers. But if we do... We, still, have the Attack and Colossus.
( although Armin is yet to allow his body to heal, the mildest of burns born from Eren's fever. )
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he and armin have done this plenty of times, walking around the uncomfortable elephant in the room, so. it's not as if he's expectant to see it change any time soon (it wouldn't change, any time soon). even if eren prefers it that way, given the circumstance, it makes him feel distant, all the same, as much as he begins to look the part.
he's walking with, his manna has depleted to bring down the fever, their earlier synchrony produced little to nothing and a heaviness of using it on and off, unintentionally, begins to set in. ]
At least we have options, [ a loose shrug, ] for now. As long as we figure out how to get back to where we need to be.
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Armin can only guess where, or what, that is for him. (but if his death is uncertain... can he, still, stop Eren at fort salta? can the future change?) the where that Eren wants to go... Armin can't possibly allow him to do that. after a minute pause, however, ) Yeah... ( is all Armin says in reply, something a little resolute between the lines of misery and exhaustion.
with nothing else said, silence overtakes the two and wherever they might go. )