Marco nods, taking a deep breath that sounds suspiciously like a sniff. He's cried so many times over this, though, that he's determined not to cry this time. Especially since things are supposed to be better, now.

"I heard something I shouldn't have," He says softly. "I was already figuring it out, if I'm honest, so I... had to go. It's -" He almost says it's not his fault, meaning Reiner, but then he shakes his head.

"I'm still upset about it. But it's Marley's fault, and that stupid war we ended up in. Nobody chooses to kill people like that for fun," he says, unknowingly echoing Bertholdt's words from long after he died. "I don't know if I'll ever... forgive him. But I don't want to be angry anymore. He was - is - my friend."

He takes a deep breath, looking at Jean and giving a sad smile.

"So, I'm trying to let it go."