Armin's POV
Eren and Mikasa had always been there for me when I had needed them most. When I was weak and needed to be saved, when we were children. I have never forgotten the day when I was pushed beyond my breaking point. The bullies had thrown me against a jagged rock and it had torn open the flesh on my back. The warm, salty tears temporarily blinded my vision therefore I never saw my friends rushing towards me. As they fought away my tormentors, I couldn't put a name to it but it felt like something inside my mind had just snapped. Like a deep anger had arisen that I had never felt before. All eyes turned to me and I had only realized why when a low snarl could be heard erupting from my throat.
"Armin? What the hell was that?" I heard eren say. But I never replied, the shock held me into silence. I turned to look at my face in the stream next to us but I didn't see myself, all I saw was a monster. A monster that looked identical to me.