[And just like that, his anger all but vanishes, filled in with confused shock.]
...Marco?
[He's in the Military Police. He's a captain. He...he made it. Maybe this isn't as real as he thought; he's looking at a dream. Jean searches for an explanation. Time is irrelevant here...does that mean time can even be changed, back home? Is this what Marco would have ended up as if he had made it through Trost, if they had followed through with the dream they'd cultivated for all those years?
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...Marco?
[He's in the Military Police. He's a captain. He...he made it. Maybe this isn't as real as he thought; he's looking at a dream. Jean searches for an explanation. Time is irrelevant here...does that mean time can even be changed, back home? Is this what Marco would have ended up as if he had made it through Trost, if they had followed through with the dream they'd cultivated for all those years?
This isn't what it was supposed to be like...]