"So your plan had holes that I spotted! How does that change anything?"

He grits his teeth and wills his tears to not fall. His pitchfork shakes in his grip.

"Yes, you lived among us! We laughed, and shared bread, and shed blood! Together! Do you want me to show weakness by letting those times to cloud my thoughts? When you picked me up when I fell? When Annie so carefully pulled back my hood?"

Armin stomps his foot and takes a step forward, lifting his pitchfork like he actually means to attack, but then just stands there and trembles in fury. He can't. He can't.

"No! Those times only make you all the more cruel! I told you of everything I had lost, my family, my home, all of your doing, and you sat there and gave me false compassion! How could you? How could you possibly live with yourself, lying to everyone, who had suffered because of you?"

"You are a monster, and I won't have you deceive me again!"