[ They aren't devils. He doesn't think so, and he suspects that Bert, Annie and even Reiner have come to know that. This morning, Marco gave him his slice of bread when Jean's had been stolen by one of the crows. Who does that, when rations are already scarce? That's not what the average person would do, and it's certainly not an act of a devil. Marley was wrong, and perhaps he had always known that.
Though he scolded Reiner for 'not taking things seriously', the mention of the people around them being 'devils' only tugs heavy at Jean's heart, and he's feeling that weight again -- the weight of all his sins.
He looks down, eyes dulling as he clenches his fists. ] Y-Yeah ... [ No. They're not devils. They're all just regular people, and he's going to murder them. Though, when he thinks about why he's actually doing this, Jean manages to find some conviction, easing up and meeting Reiner's gaze again. ]
As long as you keep that in your thick skull. We have to go back. To see my mom, and your cousin ...
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Though he scolded Reiner for 'not taking things seriously', the mention of the people around them being 'devils' only tugs heavy at Jean's heart, and he's feeling that weight again -- the weight of all his sins.
He looks down, eyes dulling as he clenches his fists. ] Y-Yeah ... [ No. They're not devils. They're all just regular people, and he's going to murder them. Though, when he thinks about why he's actually doing this, Jean manages to find some conviction, easing up and meeting Reiner's gaze again. ]
As long as you keep that in your thick skull. We have to go back. To see my mom, and your cousin ...