He'd grabbed Armin and ran, back exposed all the while. What did it matter? He had complete faith in his friend, and... well. If he turned out to be wrong, it beat getting killed by anyone else. It's only by some cruel (and kind) twist of fate that Mikasa got sick for the first time in a decade and missed school that day, so it's up to him to keep them both alive.
But he opens his backpack and it's a fucking boxcutter and some rope. He stares in disbelief, mortified at the tiny blade in his hand before Armin speaks. ]
Huh?
[ Oh. Oh, it's—it's a gun. Even he knows all the implications there, every advantage it afforded them, breath catching with a quiet, strangled noise. His eyes immediately dart up to Armin's, wide and panicked and as soon as the shock passes, defiant as all hell. ]
shhhhHHHHh never
He'd grabbed Armin and ran, back exposed all the while. What did it matter? He had complete faith in his friend, and... well. If he turned out to be wrong, it beat getting killed by anyone else. It's only by some cruel (and kind) twist of fate that Mikasa got sick for the first time in a decade and missed school that day, so it's up to him to keep them both alive.
But he opens his backpack and it's a fucking boxcutter and some rope. He stares in disbelief, mortified at the tiny blade in his hand before Armin speaks. ]
Huh?
[ Oh. Oh, it's—it's a gun. Even he knows all the implications there, every advantage it afforded them, breath catching with a quiet, strangled noise. His eyes immediately dart up to Armin's, wide and panicked and as soon as the shock passes, defiant as all hell. ]
What are you saying—? You need it more than I do.