#ask-actual-ackerman

It had been 3 years since Armin had been deemed mentally insane by the King himself.  His actions to defend a certain traitor had landed him in the institution.

In here, the blonde’s hair had grown past his shoulders and down to his mid back.  It had lost it’s golden and puffy quality, now it just hung limply with a dirty luster to it.  Armin wasn’t let out of his straight jacket often either; making showering a two person job.  For this reason also, he ate very little of the poor food, making his appearance almost ghostly.  Once his big blue eyes were filled with dreams and hope.  Now they just reflected misery.

In here, he was called “prisoner”  or “scum”.  The last time he heard his own name was the day he was put under arrest…  The names Eren and Mikasa also a  distant memory…

As any other day, the ex-soldier was sitting in his room with the snug jacket across him, keeping his arms tight to himself.  To keep himself entertained, he would try to see if he could figure a way out of the jacket.

But, something different happened today; the guards entered the room at an earlier time.

"You’ve got a visitor…"  The man said, walking over to Armin and forcing him to sit up from his bed,

A visitor…?  Me…?  They…  They must have the wrong person.

However, the blonde cooperated fully with his escorts, keeping his eyes glued to the floor as they led the thin boy to the visiting room.  Like it’s name states, it was just a plane white room with a plane white table in the center.

Don’t call me Mikasa-chan. 

One: Jean? I think he’s almost over his crush on me. I mean, with everything that’s going on in this messed up world, survival ranks higher than relationships.

Two: Eren’s still fighting to live, although he’s toned down the “Kill all the Titans” hype; I think he’s finally starting to mature, even if it is just a little bit.

 I still refuse to leave his side, because, between you and me, let’s be honest, he’d be dead in minutes if I even left him for a second.

(Remember the Battle of Trost? Yeah, Armin told me later about what happened.)

 Three: Gee, I’m so glad I have your approval.

Standing on the cliff faceHighest foe you’ll ever graceIt scares me half to death

-Bastille, Icarus 

As the friendship goes resentment growsWe will walk our different ways

Mikasa! I got you…