[ There's a gentle squeeze and his hand goes away. Reinhardt can only nod. It's what he believes with all his heart. If you die, you should die fighting for what you believe in. Just as his brothers and sisters had. Just as Balderich had. He is no better than his fellow Crusaders. He's just somehow, miraculously, lived longer.

He laughs a little. It's so hard to laugh so near to even the image of the dragon. ] Then, might I suggest that we step outside? I'll feel much better with a door between me and it. At least for now. I am willing to bet it will make us both feel better to be away from it, ja? [ Because Reinhardt thinks that if he is hurting, how must this man feel? He can't in good conscious subject Kotomine to more. ]