( for Armin, beneath the nigh deafening toll of the school clock tower, the Huntress's lullaby is nonexistent. his attention merely drifts, watching the generator light spill into the hall, with realization: he has not walked into a nightmare but a game, the odds ever stacked against him and his comrades.
after a moment, Armin's attention returns to the figure beside him. more present, he offers another nod, then follows, quiet as he can manage, glancing across his shoulder as he had even in relative silence. the Huntress's lullaby is distant but gaining. )
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after a moment, Armin's attention returns to the figure beside him. more present, he offers another nod, then follows, quiet as he can manage, glancing across his shoulder as he had even in relative silence. the Huntress's lullaby is distant but gaining. )