[It hurts. Everything from the cold wind on his face to the air rasping his throat to the straining muscles of his legs, it all hurts. It reminds Armin of their winter time exercises, and he can almost hear Shadis yelling at him across the years, telling him to just hurry up if he's going to die already so he won't hold back the others.
Redoubling his efforts, Armin forces himself through the snow, towards the cabin. He's going to die. He feels like he is going to die and not for the first time in his life, Armin curses his body, too weak and fragile. And then puberty too, for good measure, for not delivering his promised growth spurt. The cabin keeps growing bigger with each pump of his legs though, and the figure standing in the opened door comes more and more into focus. There is something off about it, something that doesn't look quite normal, but Armin hasn't got the brain power to worry about that now.
Finally he manages to make it into the little circle of light cast out from the opened cabin door, and he stumbles, going down onto his knees as he gasps for breath, shaking, feeling slightly sick with relief and exertion. He made it. He's not going to die.]
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Redoubling his efforts, Armin forces himself through the snow, towards the cabin. He's going to die. He feels like he is going to die and not for the first time in his life, Armin curses his body, too weak and fragile. And then puberty too, for good measure, for not delivering his promised growth spurt. The cabin keeps growing bigger with each pump of his legs though, and the figure standing in the opened door comes more and more into focus. There is something off about it, something that doesn't look quite normal, but Armin hasn't got the brain power to worry about that now.
Finally he manages to make it into the little circle of light cast out from the opened cabin door, and he stumbles, going down onto his knees as he gasps for breath, shaking, feeling slightly sick with relief and exertion. He made it. He's not going to die.]