He wasn't strong, not in the way Mikasa or Eren was. Lugging Eren around made his chest tighten, his lungs sucking at every breath. Armin's arms ached, the world around him a blur.
He could still do something.
Wasn't that what Eren thought? If everyone worked together the Titans could truly be defeated?
Armin placed Eren down. Pulling bandages from his pocket, he began to dress the wound around Eren's forehead and under his nose.
Armin's strength was in saving one of humanity's best soldiers.
Yet, as Eren continued to struggle to breathe, Armin wondered if he'd lose much more.
