[ Reiner swallows, his throat suddenly tightening. He doesn't deserve Jean's understanding. He knows precisely how much he does not deserve it. And yet Reiner can't prevent the ache in his chest, the sharp and sudden comfort that Jean's words bring. He can't help remembering how alone he is here, his burdens ones that he would never, ever lay upon Gabi. He can't help wishing that things could be different, somehow. He can't help wanting things to be different.

He can't help confiding in Jean as though they're still friends. ]

… Yeah. It's like it's seared into my body. There aren't any marks, but… [ He shakes his head. ] I can't stop seeing it.

[ When he looks at Levi. When he thinks of his beloved cousin near Levi. When he closes his eyes to sleep at night. When he awakens thrashing, drenched in a cold sweat. ]

He acts like it never happened. They all act like it never happened. I know I … get confused sometimes, but I wouldn't dream that up.