[Jean knows that tone and brushes past it, continuing on his way without a glance back.]

I think Armin's dead and you can't get past it. [The words seem overly stiff. It's hard to say he's dealing with it any better. Ignorance and numbness only covers up what he already knows–he's failed again. That promise he made at the cremation–wasn't it to protect the people he knew from a worthless death? Give them at least the benefit of a meaningful passing or don't let them die at all, that was what he had promised.

Yet Armin still died and yet again no one knew how. Whether the death had been unseen or simply impossible to help made no matter–it was a repeat and that made it a breach of contract with someone highlighting the terms of his failure in bright red ink.

All he can do is keep walking. Fight towards getting better while distancing himself from reminders.]

You need to. [A beat and his voice becomes a touch gentler. Jean glances over his shoulder.] There's nothing we could've done about it.

[Another pause and he looks froward again.] There's still nothing we can do.