Galliard can always kick your ass in hand-to-hand, Reiner. It's because it's pretty clear that Reiner doesn't enjoy it, while Galliard thinks it's fun and also got plenty of practice wrestling around with Marcel like a pair of puppies. Just because he has no impulse to do so at the moment doesn't mean he couldn't.

Galliard waits until Reiner is sitting down and, if still leaking tears, at least not actively crying before he starts talking.

"You know how we always thought the Armoured was there to defend the Jaw?" It makes sense on the surface. The Jaw is powerful but easy to damage; Galliard knows he can only take a few hits before he goes down. He's not a veritable wall like the Armoured. "I think it goes both ways, now. I think the two titans are supposed to work together, because they're both strong where the other one is weak."

The Jaw is little and fast, but can't take hits; the Armoured is powerful and durable, but has difficulty with faster-moving targets. When the two are put together, they should, in theory, be unstoppable.

"And I think that applies to the people in the titans, too."

Galliard hopes he doesn't need to spell it out, but what he's trying to say is this: of course Marcel jumped in and shoved Reiner out of the way. He was the Jaw, Reiner was and is the Armoured, and that's just how things are supposed to work. The Jaw protects the Armoured, and the Armoured protects the Jaw. Both are good alone; both are better together.

"So what I'm saying is I'm not mad at you anymore. I get it now. And," and this is the hardest part to say, and Galliard has to stop and take a breath before he continues, "and I'm sorry I was such a shit when we were kids."

Especially since he always was the better man.