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[Armin often visits the shoreline, so it's not unusual at all to meet him here. He sits with his legs tucked up to his chest, boots off, waves lapping at his feet. Sometimes for hours.]

[Those who know him might notice one small difference however; his clothing. His uniform looked more or less the same, but he was missing his green cape, and the emblem on his jacket was not blue-and-white wings, but two crossed swords.]

[He looks to his communicator at his side. His eyes, normally so bright with intelligence and curiosity seem unsettlingly dead.]

No one had ever told me... Is it true that this is the ocean?

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[justguidelines]

Then truly, I feel sorry for you.

[In his case, that hemmed in sea is just depressing. Which is mostly why he refuses to even set foot on the beach.]

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I don't deserve to see it anyways.

[justguidelines]

I'm afraid she decides that, mate. Not you.

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[He only makes an unhappy sound, and buries his face back in his knees. Sorry he's such a poop. All his friends are dead.]

[justguidelines]

[Suck it up. No sympathy for the weak who haven't found the bottle yet.]

What. With they way you're acting, I'd be inclined to agree with you, then.

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I don't think that you wouldn't agree with me.

I failed my friends. I failed humanity. I don't deserve to see the outside world.

[justguidelines]

If you're looking for a shoulder to cry on, mate. I'm not the right choice.

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[He may or may not be crying a little, but he stubbornly keeps his face obscured.]

I don't expect such a thing from you.

[justguidelines]

Good! Because you wouldn't be getting it.

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[He's unresponsive for awhile, then rubs his face on his knees as if wiping something away.]

Thank you for answering my question.

[justguidelines]

Well, for what it was worth, I suppose.

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I'm Armin Arlert.

[He says it with a little bit of invitation to get a name in return.]

[justguidelines]

Hector Barbossa.

[strategisch]

Perhaps, some other time... You could tell me about your world.

[For now, he's far too melancholy to enjoy stories of a pirate's adventures. The ocean makes him think of painful promises unkept.]

[justguidelines]

Not much for stories, mate.

[strategisch]

Really?

[He seems a little disappointed.]

[justguidelines]

I'm afraid very few have happy endings.

[strategisch]

...That's true.

I suppose it's childish to find comfort in stories.

[justguidelines]

Stories tend to be half lies, half embellishment, and worth no time at all.

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The truth is hard, though.

[justguidelines]

So's life.

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It is.

...It was.

[justguidelines]

Is, was, that hardly matters.

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[So strange. He's so blase about it all that he can't help but break into a twitchy smile.]

Not here, maybe. I'm still rather confused by it all.

[justguidelines]

Aren't we all, then?