Reiner nods; it is indeed stupid as hell. He nearly didn't believe Jean had died thanks to the involvement of those ridiculous flowers. The scars slashed across Jean's chest quickly proved otherwise—but really! Giant flowers! Reiner had every right to be dubious.

"It's only us Otherworlders who come back. If you kill a civilian here, they'll stay dead." Not that Reiner would suggest doing so. He's just a bit blasé about the possibility. Blame the quarter of a million corpses at his feet.

"I never wondered why we die here," he admits. "I don't know what dying here would do to our Titans, either."

Nor does Reiner intend to find out. For all that he believes he should've died instead of Marcel—a belief made more potent as he looks at Porco, the familial resemblance dizzying—Reiner isn't actively looking to do so. He just happens to charge headfirst into danger, hurling his body between his loved ones and any threat. It's fine.

"This place is a walk in the park compared to our world," he continues, "but it does have its dangers, especially in the Segments. Things can go south rapidly out there. Some of the magic can even mess with our Titans." He glances to the side. "I ran into something this month that caused my Armor to start crumbling off me. If I'd been alone, it would've ended badly."

His eyes return to Galliard's. "So don't go out into a Segment alone, all right? Take someone with you. Even if it seems unnecessary."