[That cut gets a flinch and a gasp of pain out of Armin, but he does his best to sit still afterwards, eyes still fixed on Jean's chest. The more Jean goes on, the more he's processing old things through his mind, remembering the pictures from earlier. Bugs crawling into men and the men grabbing at their heads and falling to their knees.

Finally, the words to treat his lesser emergencies as greater than Jean's major one gets him to snap. His free hand lurches forward to grab at Jean's wrist, stopping the blade in place and looking him firmly in the eyes.]

Jean! Yours is way too close to its target. If it gets past your neck there's no saying I'll be able to cut it out without more injury than necessary! [His grip tightens just slightly as his own scarabs burrow up further.] This isn't the time to be putting others above yourself!