[ The change is felt, but it's something that Reinhardt shoulders with the rest of it. He's old and he's tired and he's hurting. He's lost so much, he's lost something utterly irreplaceable. And yet, he still stands there and talks of slaying the dragon. Like he has the slightest chance of victory. Hope is alive. It's just in the form of a battered German. ]

That effort. It's a joke. If I had my way, I'd be down there, using the frozen time to move the people out of harms way. Why are we picking up rubble when there are people that need our attention more!

[ It's yet another thing he's angry about. And this man's talk. His uneducated opinion is just making him more so. Because as much as Reinhardt has hope, it make sense. Distract and keep them busy. Send them to another country, another part of the world, where the dragon isn't. Let them stay there lord knows how long. Get settled. Remake their lives in peace. Forget all about the dragon a world away. ]

I...wouldn't be too surprised, if that was the case. It's just one more thing for them to answer for, some day. As for that...

[ He laughs a little and shakes his head ] I've been rude. Reinhardt Wilhelm, at your service. And you don't have to worry about me falling over. This, I'm used to. This is nothing to a Crusader.