["Most likely". Armin wants to lash out; it's the lights again. He pushes it back as best he can, but it's a struggle, like continuously trying to lift a weight without ever actually getting it over your shoulders.]
We should go...somewhere else-- [He cuts himself off before he can call Jean a mean name.]
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We should go...somewhere else-- [He cuts himself off before he can call Jean a mean name.]
I think it's those...lights...