"The freedom to choose is priceless. Not something I'd ever expect to have. It's more so for the people who come after, not those in the midst of things," he said understanding the gist of it. "It's something to consider." Having grown up in Liberio he knew about life in an internment zone and while he could understand the sentiment, at least he knew there was a whole world beyond the walls that surrounded Paradis Island, where Misaka lived. It was very clear to him now that while he had in his time known much more of the truth of matters, the difference in time between them had filled in, for the Eldian side of things, far more details. He imagined all sorts of particulars that he didn't know. Reiner glanced down at his glass and took another gulp before lodging it down for the moment. "The odds are better stacked in our favor."
"I'm fine," he said a little startled. He couldn't say for sure how he felt expect that he was embarrassed by it. "I sometimes feel a bit mixed up. It just happens." And he was determined it wouldn't happen again.
"Erwin died?" He questioned with an arched brow. He found that idea hard to believe, yet he didn't think Mikasa would mislead him. Still, of people he expected to hear were still in the fray, the Commander had been one. "Maybe some are here before their deaths, others from a moment of personal note. I know at least I wasn't about to die, since I didn't if I fought without much desire to, in your time. Must vary. In some cases."