[ As soon as Marco's name is spoken, Reiner flinches. He looks away, blinking the tears from his eyes. Listening, but also struggling to compose himself.

He has no right to cry about this. He's familiar with the pain. It's Jean for whom it is fresh. ]

It hurts, [ Reiner acknowledges. ] But that doesn't excuse anything. I still…

[ He shakes his head. Swallows. ]

You didn't actually kill those soldiers, Jean. I know how it felt, but that wasn't really you.