[ There's a certain habit Reiner has. A tendency to narrow his focus to a single point and miss the bigger picture. It made him an effective Warrior, his mother's lessons filtered into pure zealotry, enabling him to see the people of Paradis as devils long past the point of reason. But it can be a hindrance, too, making him overlook what should be obvious.
In this case: Falco.
She says his name, asks about the Jaw. His mind can't quite process that, still too stuck on Marco. So he breezes past it—at least initially. ]
Yeah, Marco's happy. He has Jean, and he's picked up some new hobbies. He likes taking photographs.
[ Then, like Annie, Reiner circles back. ]
No one has lost their Titan, [ he says, giving her a puzzled look. Does she think they've been eating each other here? ] But why would Falco have the…
[ It finally clicks.
Reiner's expression drops, his fists going slack with shock. He stares at her for a long moment. Remembering how easily Porco had forgiven him. Remembering that no one ever said which Titan Falco inherited, and how he'd simply made enough connections to assume it was the Armored. Realizing how wrong he was. ]
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In this case: Falco.
She says his name, asks about the Jaw. His mind can't quite process that, still too stuck on Marco. So he breezes past it—at least initially. ]
Yeah, Marco's happy. He has Jean, and he's picked up some new hobbies. He likes taking photographs.
[ Then, like Annie, Reiner circles back. ]
No one has lost their Titan, [ he says, giving her a puzzled look. Does she think they've been eating each other here? ] But why would Falco have the…
[ It finally clicks.
Reiner's expression drops, his fists going slack with shock. He stares at her for a long moment. Remembering how easily Porco had forgiven him. Remembering that no one ever said which Titan Falco inherited, and how he'd simply made enough connections to assume it was the Armored. Realizing how wrong he was. ]
… Porco died?