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[ —A sharp inquisitive glance was directed at the boy; a shrug brushed off her shoulders. ]

“Whatever you say kid.”

[ Kid;
it had been a while since Armin had last been called that.
In fact, it had been a while since he had dealt with somebody so…p a s s i v e, yet so…something else that he couldn’t quite place a finger on.
(It would probably come to him later on; it always did, after all.) ]

“Perhaps I should redirect your question—
are y o u okay?”