[ At that question, Reiner drains the dregs of his drink, shivering a little as the alcohol finally makes itself known. Trust the strongest bit to be the last sip. ]

Either we were the luckiest class, or the most cursed. It's hard to say which.

[ Although he suspects he knows what other people would say: the most cursed, for sure.

He sets his glass to the side. ]

I mentioned Frieda Reiss earlier. She's related to Historia—her half-sister, I think. She's here. And she has the Founder.