[ Annie turns as she hears that familiar voice speaking her name, her movements oddly loose-limbed and eyes are very wide. In a dream, what was Armin doing there with that look on his face? If the world could be devoid of anything and anyone else that knew her, why would it have to be him?
It shouldn't be.
Her gaze turns heavy-lidded once more as she regards him, and her tone of voice is certainly flatter than it has any right to be. There's something unsteady there, broken, but that was hardly news. ]
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It shouldn't be.
Her gaze turns heavy-lidded once more as she regards him, and her tone of voice is certainly flatter than it has any right to be. There's something unsteady there, broken, but that was hardly news. ]
Armin... you don't belong in this dream.