[ So, Porco never found out that Reiner did cut him in line, huh? Or, more accurately, that Marcel shoved Porco to the back of the line, thereby pulling Reiner forward. It was never about Reiner, really; his inheriting the Armored was just a means to an end. A way for Marcel to save Porco.

… Not that it worked forever.

Reiner's smile falters as Gabi mentions Porco receiving the Jaw Titan. He's surprised, but—after a moment—not surprised at all. Who else would inherit it? Marley certainly wouldn't let Ymir keep it; she knew that fact even when she chose to go with them. So, who better to receive the Jaw than the Candidate who fell just short of receiving a Titan before? ]

Should've figured he'd get it.

[ Reiner lets his eyes wander for a moment, idly looking at the game they're passing before he continues. ]

It's probably pretty complicated for him. Marcel was his brother, you know? I came home; Marcel didn't. He probably blames both himself and me for that.

[ Even if it was only Reiner's fault. Gabi knows that, too. She saw the aftermath; she heard his words to Marcel's "grave."

Reiner shakes the memory off, trying for a lighter tone: ]

Anyway, if all Porco does is insult my shooting, I'm getting off easy. I was an awful shot when I was a kid. It took years to improve. So don't be too hard on him, okay?