[In that muddy place between unconscious and awake, Armin hisses in a sharp breath and goes cold with dread. A memory, breath against his ear and promises.]
Wh--
[But then his brain wakes up more and the rage has returned. Armin shifts his weight, carefully testing his bonds.]
You're going to regret not killing me! They always do! [Armin snarls.]
no subject
Wh--
[But then his brain wakes up more and the rage has returned. Armin shifts his weight, carefully testing his bonds.]
You're going to regret not killing me! They always do! [Armin snarls.]