[Marco flinches a bit when Jean pushes him again- he just can't help himself. Part of him is just about ready to shove his friend back, too. To use force to get him to let go, because this is getting ridiculous. Still, that's when half a sob rings between them and one of Jean's arms moves up to his face, and Marco can feel that determination eb away again.

Is it weird that Jean's taking this thing more badly than he is? Maybe. Probably. But Marco can't allow the reality to sink in too much just yet. It's bad enough that one of them is making a scene in the middle of a clothing store. If both of them break down, this whole thing could escalate out of control. He draws a deep breath to steady himself before speaking up again.]

It's what we signed up for, isn't it? I don't care how it happed, but I know what it was for. Weren't we taking back Trost? Isn't that enough of a reason? [Trost was Jean's home. Even if his friend never talked about it much, Marco's sure that seeing it run over by titans must've stung Jean pretty bad. And taking their territory back from the titans for the first time in history... That's one hell of an accomplishment.]