Jean didn't make a peep of protest as Marco held his arm. He wouldn't be surprised if he were feeling unsteady right now, and even if he weren't, he could feel uneasiness radiating from his manner. It only made sense. He didn't want to think about it too deeply, but he would be jumping at shadows if he were in his boots...

He stopped in his tracks as soon as Marco mentioned those names. There was no way-- how could Marco possibly know about those traitors? Yet possibilities soon sprung up in his mind, each worse than the last. Hadn't Armin said-- hadn't he once said that after Trost, he noticed Annie using Marco's gear?

"How," he began, an icy fury crawling up the edges of his voice, "do you know about them?"