["He misses you a lot..." The words pierce Reiner, a single arrow through the heart. Bertholdt should hate him, but he never would. Of course he'd miss him. Of course he'd say that. Relief tears through Reiner all the same. God, if only he could see him - maybe this means...he could.

[At Aubrey's grim question, Reiner nods. He tries not to dwell on the details for long. If this is Hell, then death has brought him no relief. The pain still feels insurmountable. He didn't witness Bertholdt's final moments firsthand, but he's spent plenty of time imagining them...

[He has no one to blame but himself.]

I do. Just one more thing you can add to my list of sins.

Bertholdt was a good man. [He was seventeen...] He was my best friend.

[Reiner spends a moment scanning the rooftops the way Aubrey had, but there's no familiar silhouette. He looks back at her, expression searching.]

Are we all dead? Is that it?

Is this Hell?