[It's unclear whether Jean heard the warning or if he's ignoring it, turning back towards Eren with a hard look. Fists clench underneath the Scouting Legion cloak and a frown thins his mouth; he wouldn't say no to a fight. Anger at oneself is easier to face when it's pinned on someone else and Eren is the perfect target.]

Yeah. Maybe. If the past was completely different. [A step forward, an incline of the head.] It's not, is it. It won't be. No matter your efforts it'll stay the same and he'll still be dead. That's the consequence of failure, Eren. You have to accept it and move on.

[Perhaps if he said it in a different way it would sound sympathetic. Yet there's a sharpness in his tone that sounds accusatory and confrontation in every step he takes forward. A dare to punch, to start something, give him another distraction. Challenge him so he can further forget.]