[ His forehead furrows a little. Honestly, Reinhardt has died once. He had died on that very planet. He had died and in doing so, others had escaped from the torturous hell that they had endured. He had died and they had somehow managed to bring him back. Bring him back despite his one moment of weakness when he had begged to just be allowed to finally, finally rest.

One would think that the experience would have changed his way of thinking. It's only made him worse in many ways. ] Then I die. I die knowing that my fellow Crusaders wait for me. My place in the Hall is already set for me. I die knowing that I did everything I could for them and held nothing back. There is no shame in that. I die as I lived. With honor and in glory. And who knows, maybe someone will see my example and take up the cause. Maybe they'll be successful where I was not. But I don't think it will come to that. But if it does, I'm prepared to go out fighting.