Act I - Passionate Thinker

When Armin looks over his reasoning over again, he can't help but think of only one with that he thought of with another person with his similar looks of blonde-colored hair and blue-pigmented eyes.
Surely she could have been doing what she had for her own thought good? No, she called herself a failure when she was confronted, and she probably thought that she is more often- but, what is it that she can think of now, stuck inside that mass of ice-crystal? Maybe she's thinking of everything that has happened to her, maybe her should be her motives, maybe even of himself, perhaps? No, she wouldn't think of him for he's just a fool. Sure, there had been the so seeming few moments where they had sat together after he had asked her to help him get stronger, just talking over simple subjects. That boding was nice.
Now that he was thinking about her, he couldn't help thinking of one the little moments they had before everything seemed to fall apart, before themselves bonding more and practicing less happened.

It was one of their first off-training sessions. Annie had just shifted to be kneeling down by Armin's head, moving hair out of her face as she looking at the dazed boy who slowly shifted his gaze from the light blue sky towards her face.
"Are you okay, Armin?" Oh, how on review of the memory he missed the light tone she gave him for it was different then the other, normal one she would give the others. Maybe it was out of a respect she had for him? Yeah, it had to be that.
"Hm, yeah, I-I think." He added breathlessly in a stupid and surprised tone, as if he wondered how he got knocked so easily.
Now he slowly started to turn over, moving to get up to his feet, but only to have Annie come and swoop close to his arm, lightly leading him up with a soft "careful" leaving her lips. He felt a stinging pain in his tail bone from where he landed on it, and in the lower of his neck as well. Her simple move against him must have been complex for a mental thinker to believe could cause such simple back damage, but it did none-the-less.
She noticed that he was hurting, too. When he looked at her, she seemed a bit worried that he might be hurt. By that, he felt touched that she looked like that, even if it was a bit or out of a pity. No, it's not out of pity, she wouldn't pity me, right? Well, doubt maybe, but not pity. Then again, I wouldn't know, I mean I thought I knew the Annie I did, but, she does seem worried.
In fact, Annie was at least. She didn't mean to try to hurt him with her take-down, but she didn't think about the impact that his body would have with the ground. Feeling personally responsible with her careless mistakes, she would try to be careful with supporting Armin to his barracks quarters, only with a short conversation before their parting.
".. Are you sure you're okay?" Annie had pulled him off aways to the doors to his barracks, looking dead at him with her icy as her seeming personality eyes. She looked as if she was reading him like he was her book.
"Yeah, it's nothing, really." Armin wasn't though. Sure the pain dulled, but it would hurt like hell in the morning. With he's response on the other hand, Annie frowned. The girl had noticed his ill-attempt to trail her on a happy note.
"If you say so. I couldn't change whatever you want me to believe of your state, I guess." With that, Annie looked down before turning around and heading towards her barracks, but quickly to be stopped by Reiner with Bertholt following. He would have studied this group more if he wasn't dragged over on to something going on inside the room, which he can't even remember what it was.

After being done reliving the past, Armin wondered why he had failed to noticed her and the way she is and why she did the actions that had lead her up to the position she is. Locked, seeming to be there forever in a like geodetic that he couldn't get into. It would be nice if he could get into that, just to ask her why she did this, what her motives where, and maybe if she could forgive him, for that last look of pain and hurt that she had given him when she was bound surely did pierce the boy.
Well, maybe if he asked nice and high enough he could see her in the underground chamber she was in. Maybe he would tell her about the book her got a few weeks back, about how he practiced some moves a bit, and maybe comment on her hair. Well, if she could hear inside her haven. Armin doubted it for there probably has been tests to see if Annie would respond to quesions or key-words. He, on the other hand, had a simple idea going on inside he head that maybe could get could get something out of Annie if he brought back something that they did together that he thought she enjoyed a bit. That was just a maybe thought, and he knew it wouldn't work. If it did, it would probably prove something to him about it.
Lightly groaning, he remembered what else she did that he put up with that we could have to do. When he would read at times and she would be sitting next to him, she would fondle with his hair and braid it. It was nice, he had to admit it. The simple attention was a great feat to gain from someone that acted like she did.
For now he would have to sleep on ideas for he was getting rather tired, and for laying down and staring up at a quite dark area, figuring it would be for the best for asking things at that time then at a late hour. Doing something that would be quite rude and getting negative feedback would not be the best thing to do. Tomorrow would be a better idea, even it if might get turned down, but either way it's all worth the wild shot in the dark it is.