For a moment, Armin couldn't even blink. The world was rushing too quickly around him, at what seemed like a hundred miles per hour. He'd always expected death to be something slow, yet something one wasn't immediately aware of.
This was his own morality slapping him in the face.
Eren's mother had always fretted over her children becoming soldiers, and his grandfather would've wept had he known Armin had signed up for the Scouting Legion.
The arms wrapped around him broke him from his daze. Connie held him tightly, the same look of fear in his wide, still alive eyes.