—-Refracting timidly from
his wispy, calloused fingertips,
his unsteady, languid flesh,
and his quivering, sapphire irises
was a most unobtrusive flare of light;
a light quietly and meticulously veiled,
a light seeking incandescence—
a light he perceived to be a burden.
”Uhh—Trost?” The name was unfamiliar to him. He knew the names of London’s boroughs, both inner and outer, but he had never heard of a district such as Trost.
”Well, uhm, the truth is, I don’t know,” Luke responded dismally. I just sort of woke up here, in one of those nearby buildings. And why is it so empty here? Where is everyone?”
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—So he d i d n ’ t know (That was a first.).
Armin wanted to think—to b e l i e v e—that wherever this disoriented boy was from was a Titan free location; that its entirety ran amuck with ❝frozen fire❞ and ❝snowfields of sand❞ and the other many, many, m a n y wonders that beckoned to him in the pages of a book.
Unlikely maybe, but surely not impossible.
❝It’s quite the story, actually…or at least more than just an ordinary anecdote—if you want me to fill you in, then I suppose I can do so.❞
His brows raised and settled in a troubled manner, feeling his heart sink a little deeper in his chest.
”Oh, where on earth could he be?”
He groaned nervously. At least he had found someone that might offer him directions, but that didn’t change the fact that he was terribly lost. “Uhm…C-could you tell me where I might be?”
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A sliver of pity welled up in Armin’s stomach for the small boy; the poor kid—who knows how long he’d been adrift and hunting for his companion?
With the town cleanup on the go, this place wasn’t at all a s a f e environment for him to be in, let alone aimlessly wandering the streets; the chances of him falling ill to disease or playing the victim in a Titan’s digestive system were f a rtoo high.
❝Trost District—'err, well…its r e m n a n t s, per se. Anyhow, I, uh— how exactly did you end up in such an u n f a v o r a b l e situation?❞
