"Alcuin!" Armin wanders quietly over, making his way toward his new friend. Though his initial shout is cheerful, he slows, becoming more somber upon seeing the change. Though few of them have the dignity of actual graves, he's had far to many friends die before him for a graveyard to be idle, or hypothetical. And he doesn't want to know what Liminal Space would make of the people eaten by Titans.
"...this is even more dismal than usual, huh?" Alcuin hasn't talked too much about home, but... well, he doesn't need to. He's not seen the same things, certainly, but by the looks of it those graves don't look hypothetical for him either.
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"...this is even more dismal than usual, huh?" Alcuin hasn't talked too much about home, but... well, he doesn't need to. He's not seen the same things, certainly, but by the looks of it those graves don't look hypothetical for him either.