"I agree," he murmurs, and rinses his conch shell out in the water before pocketing it, "if people knew, maybe they'd have the courage to fight. Maybe they'd feel like it's worth it."

But Armin knows that they didn't for a reason. A century ago, when they retreated to the walls and made their laws, they did it to protect themselves. Cutting themselves off from the outside world completely was only done to make it easier. So nobody wanted to go back.

But it wasn't like that anymore. He wouldn't be pushed into a corner. Now was the time to fight.

"We'll kill them all, right?"