[Armin is still damp from the water, but the feeling is fading. He'd rushed back into the rec area after getting dressed, having heard the sound of water. He still couldn't be certain if the blackness he experienced was a product of his own mood, or something less natural. It seems he has his answer. Armin hands the man a towel.]

You can do what you can. I can't speak to our purpose here - they've told us, but you can't count on others to give you purpose. They have their own agenda in giving it to you.

[He's young - 16, long-haired and slender, small. His blue eyes speak of battlefields.]

Dry off. The water's doing something, I think.