166| A revolution
"I didn't approach him at first. No. I was smart, I knew the higher ups would find something wrong if I suddenly began to hang out with another manifested Wastelander after showing that I was better alone in the months I had spent in Star City." Armin continued.
He waited. He waited for the right opportunity where it didn't seem like he was making a move, but the moves were made for him.
And it was better that way. Because the person was actually Raze. The person who knew him from within and without.
But he was not the Raze he knew at the same time.
"He was colder, yet at the same time, smilier." Armin said, stroking his chin.
Raze was never the type of person to kid around and crack jokes. He would speak casually about the most serious things and play them as jokes. This was something in particular Armin found strange.
At the time, he hadn't given it too much thought because he believed people could develop habits, couldn't they?
