Somehow, she’d forgotten about that little rumor Armin had spread.

“I’m really okay,” she confirms, spreading her arms. Look at me, Bertholdt. I’m fine. See? “I wouldn’t have let the Eldians touch me.” So she’d sealed herself away in Titan crystal, not knowing if she’d ever leave it, and that had been its own torture. Trapped, only half-aware, hearing the voices of those around her as if in a dream…well. She doesn’t like to think about it.

But somehow, the way Bertholdt had said it makes her realize that this is Bertholdt, that he’s here, alive in a way that even grabbing his shirt hadn’t. “You— ” another deep, shuddering breath. “ —you died, Bertholdt. And…”

…and Armin ate you. She doesn’t say that, though.