It could be bittersweet, to see the young cadets so much older, knowing that it was something he never got to witness. But he had witnessed it, in bits and pieces through the veil when they were together, fighting for their cause. Yet the vibrancy of renewed life has shown him just how muted those little glimpses of spiritual existence had been.

It's heartening, and humbling, to have this chance.

They offer up the wreath together, and a few specters seem to float by, drifting dreamily, until one finally reaches out and grasps it. It appears to be a feminine figure with long hair and a quietly mournful face that turns softly grateful as it lifts their offering up and away. For a moment, there's a tangible connection, and Erwin can't help but imagine doing this a hundred by a hundred times over, for all those who were lost.

But as she ascends into the sky, there's a small feeling of peace.

After a moment, he looks to Jean. "What did you think?"