[There is, to this, more than a little dread. Armin doesn't know how to return home; personally, he doesn't really want to. Hell is everywhere you turn. Why not this one? At least it's not an ocean of blood.

[But everyone here has been made a captive. Armin can't accept that either - for himself, maybe, but not for others. He still doesn't know whether he should trust Kate, but he'd like to. He'd like to trust a lot of people. And he'd like to think that she deserves to go home to Emilico, whoever she is - not Kate, apparently. It's a good thing he managed his assumptions before saying so.]

There's a mystery here to solve, but it isn't hopeless. [It might be. He doesn't even believe what he's saying, though he says so with the same confidence, the same smile he so often wears. It's measured at just the right size to suit the conversation. He's so well-practiced.]

That's what I have to choose to believe right now. [More honest; still dishonest. Because that may be good advice, but he hasn't taken it.]

I don't plan on sitting still, though. [She's young. This burden shouldn't be on her shoulders.] More than anything, I'd just like everyone to remain as safe as they can for as long as they can. There's always an answer. [Even if it's a bad one.]

We'll find it somehow.