Once, Armin might have been cowed by this grown man's rebuke of his comments. But that was before a lot of what he'd seen. And before his first Arena. He put the pencil down and rubbed at his face and eyes before looking back up to Hawkeye would know that look. It was a similar look in the eyes of the kids he'd see in his recovery room. "He helped me to survive in there, at least as long as I had," he explained. "I should watch so I can send him whatever he needs. To return the favor."

He responded just as nonchalantly as he had started. He searched through some of his other papers a bit, pulled one out and seemed to refer to it as he continued with his drawings.