Hard to say... Reinhardt hears that and his heart clenches even more. The hand at his chest trembles a little. Hard to say is not enough. Reinhardt is the sort of person who would have tried to save everyone. He knows he can't fault someone else for doing what they could, but he thinks that perhaps whatever pod he had been in could have been used for two or three. His jaw clenches and he looks away, trying to clear such a fatalistic thought from his head. He survived this long, there had to be a reason he survived this and had woken up.

But he had no cause right now. He had no one and nothing to fight for. He was again just an old man, with everything torn from him...again. He wants to go back. Go back to that fake world where he had a purpose. But he's a knight and knights didn't run away. He had to face this. Face this with a stranger whose voice sounds so damn familiar yet out of place at the same time.

So he braces and there is a vast empty nothing of space and that planet. His hand drops and he steps, one, two, he's at the glass and his hands press to it, framing the planet. He stares at it a long moment and his shoulders relax. Everything seems to click into place and he turns to give the stranger in the visor a smile. "Is that it? Is that the place were I am to be going? Do you think they need knights there?" Because 76 has just given him a new cause. Before him sits a whole world for him to help.