[Armin snaps around at her cry, the sharp edge of fear having him going for two swords at his waist that haven't been there in months, his hands groping on empty air. He's still searching for them, searching for an enemy when the pokeball thuds harmlessly off his arm and onto the ground.
It's enough to snap him out of it, to quieten the part of his brain whispering titan, titan, titan.]
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It's enough to snap him out of it, to quieten the part of his brain whispering titan, titan, titan.]
I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Did you--
Did you catch it?