Annie hoped much the same for Armin, and all the others from home. For herself, she was of mixed minds. For the dead... well. She supposed she would count as one soon enough.

She watched him draw the kanji for fire on his hand, trying to make sense of the lines and motion. Annie figured she had it to some extent, but she still held out her hand, palm flat and facing upward, to see if she could get him to replicate the drawing in a more tangible way for her.

"If fire's part of your surname, what is the other part? Or parts, if it's more than two words."