[ Here, now, Jean can acknowledge how profoundly Marco's death fucked him up. Privately, he can admit that it's a wound he kept picking at to remind him of his purpose, a knife he plunged deeper into his guts to justify murder to himself, even if Marco didn't want it.
It's only after he talked to Reiner that he was ever able to remove it. ]
You don't have anything to apologize for. I'm not sorry about feeding Reiner or talking to him, after all.
It's okay if we don't understand why some things are the way they are.
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[ Here, now, Jean can acknowledge how profoundly Marco's death fucked him up. Privately, he can admit that it's a wound he kept picking at to remind him of his purpose, a knife he plunged deeper into his guts to justify murder to himself, even if Marco didn't want it.
It's only after he talked to Reiner that he was ever able to remove it. ]
You don't have anything to apologize for. I'm not sorry about feeding Reiner or talking to him, after all.
It's okay if we don't understand why some things are the way they are.