When Marco sees that Jean is crying too, he scoots over a little bit so that they're pressed shoulder to knee; offering wordless comfort for the both of them by being in contact. He's not so caught up in any image that he won't lean on Jean.

Marco closes his eyes, letting the tears fall for a moment.

"I'm glad that you carried me with you. That you didn't forget."

That he didn't forget about Marco, that he kept his words close. He thinks it sounds a little cruel, even as he says it. He knows it must have hurt Jean to carry him in his heart all this time. But that's all that would have remained of him - a memory. Carried in Jean's memories. In Mikasa, and Sasha's, and his sisters and mother's.

"I - I think the worst thing would have been for no one to remember me."