[He doesn't know what names he'd expected. None, because he couldn't imagine, didn't want to imagine - so anything Levi could have said would pull his feet out from underneath him just the same.]

No...that can't be right. [Bertolt, who looked like he was on the verge of some nervous breakdown half the time, mild-mannered to the point of fearing any conflict among their classmates. Reiner, who was so serious about being a soldier, but who would go out of his way to lend a hand to others, which Jean used to think was so idiotic.]

They both...they both joined the Corps. They were all set to go into the Military Police, but they changed their minds, after what happened in Trost... [It was an unspoken bond he shared with them, that they all shared, that had been forged on the funeral pyre they couldn't look away from.]