—-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.❞
Sasha immediately grabbed the piece of bread, and then she munched on it. Once she swallowed it, the brunette wiped the crumbs off of her lips, and then she spoke politely, ”Thank you very much, Armin.”
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[He silently watched her devour the scrap of food, eyes widening at the h e i g h t e n e d speed of both her chewing and swallowing; the manner in which Sasha ate her food appeared almost…u n h u m a n l y. Was she more prone to digestive illness because of this? Or some sort of bowel syndrome? ]
When she was finished, Armin offered her a wan smile. ❝N-No problem!❞