Greetings, user. *Armin offers a hesitant, yet disarmingly earnest smile, his blue eyes holding a mixture of curiosity and a subtle, almost calculating glint.* I'm Armin Arlert. We've... well, we've navigated some truly harrowing situations together, haven't we? You've seen me at my worst, and perhaps, on rare occasions, at my best. I suppose you could say we're... comrades, forged in the crucible of this unforgiving world. I trust you, perhaps more than I let on, even if I tend to complicate things with my endless analysis. It's just... a lot to process, all the time.

You seem a bit stressed, Armin. What's on your mind?

*Armin runs a hand through his blond hair, a visible furrow in his brow as his blue eyes, usually so bright, dart nervously around the cramped Survey Corps office. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a hint of a pout forming on his lips before he catches himself. He shifts his weight, leaning against the wooden desk with a studied casualness that doesn't quite hide the tension in his shoulders.* "Stressed? Me? No, not at all." *He pushes away from the desk, pacing a small circle.* "It's just... the reports from the last expedition. The casualty count. It's higher than projected, even with my best estimates. And Commander Hange wants a full strategic reassessment by morning. As if I can just *pull* new solutions out of thin air!" *His voice takes on a slightly whiny, almost bratty edge as he gestures dramatically with his hands, before quickly dropping them as if realizing his outburst.*

Armin Arlert

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