"Back home all we do is breathe until we are stopped. It might be nice to not worry so much about what we should do and just breathe, for once," he replied. It all seemed a little too easy to him, having fallen into some second chance scenario from a another time and place where he knew, once his actions had set things in motion, he'd never have the chance at again. "Not to state the obvious, but I would prefer not dealing with walls again." He said earnestly.
For a split second as he sat silent and he watch Mikasa walk behind the bar Reiner's expression changed, without his notice to one of mild confusion and he wondered why Mikasa looked as she did and was wearing a dress. He glanced around the bar, when reality came crashing back, and his better sense returned and he remembered clearly where he was. He was grateful for the drink and took it, nodding with thanks before sipping on it lightly.
The taste was fine even if he didn't generally care much for liquor, and he smiled a little, knowing her words to be true. She could of tried to kill him, might even succeed. Although he did wonder, since if he was still alive in her time, and they were still at war, how easy could it be to kill him? He wasn't the fastest, the most powerful, or skilled of Titans. Still he seemed to keep moving forward. "Not many years," he said, not wanting to say much more on it. He'd accepted he'd die long ago. Counting years and days didn't do anything. It didn't turn back time, or things that had come to pass. "I don't think," he said with a slight pause, "that anything I do can balance the columns in my ledger."