[His hands are still shaking when Jean retrieves the blade. Possibly more than before. He seems to be good now, though, and so Armin let's out a short exhale as the attention is shifted back to himself. The constant reminder of bugs crawling under his skin, clawing sharply against gravity to move up, makes it so that his reaction is instant. Of course he has to take them off. Jean can't just blindly stab at him.]
R-right...
[He shifts quickly between his trembling to undo his pants, sliding them off in a quick, desperate scramble between small pained noises. The only hint that he may be embarrassed or uncomfortable about this situation is in the way his gaze is shifted downwards at himself. Not at the bugs in particular-- just at the ground. He takes the torch again, raising it above them and holding his breath a bit.]
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R-right...
[He shifts quickly between his trembling to undo his pants, sliding them off in a quick, desperate scramble between small pained noises. The only hint that he may be embarrassed or uncomfortable about this situation is in the way his gaze is shifted downwards at himself. Not at the bugs in particular-- just at the ground. He takes the torch again, raising it above them and holding his breath a bit.]