Frankly, that much Armin had gathered simply by the evidence at hand. It seems useless to point that out, though. Instead he sighs softly. He has a friend at home who is more than a bit monster himself, but he has no interest in killing humans. It might be something like that. A monster with a touch of self-loathing, perhaps?

Somehow, it isn't funny. Armin feels instead that he can relate. He can't blame someone with a secret like that for playing his hand close to the chest. It's best to let it go for now. If Armin is a little extra wary now, it's only because he'd let his guard slip too far to begin with.

"Then I'll try to stay on that side. Which way did you come from? I've been in that direction, and there's nothing of use to us over there."