(As Armin sobbed, Jean tried to comfort him. telling him it would be alright) Jean: (he was losing a lot of blood) A-Armin? Armin: Jean? Jean: please tell me I'll see Marco... (as he had just momentarily stopped sobbing, he just nodded. Jean coughed up a lot of blood, before saying) Jean: thanks, Armin... (he gave Armin's hand a little squeeze, before going limp. Armin might've been little, but his grip on Jean's hand, when he died, was so tight that his knuckles were white as snow)
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