What if Jean wrote letters to his mother about his friend Marco?
"I’ll have you know I don’t fight with everyone! Just one idiot. You’ll be happy to know I made a friend. His name’s Marco, real goody-goody, you’d approve."
And after Trost, she sent him a letter telling him they are fine and prayed for his safety. His next letter took some time to get to her.
"I’m glad you’re all okay. I might not be able to write as often as I could in training, I’m joining the Scouting Legion."
She sees off the Scouting Legion during a mission in hopes of seeing her son off. When she finds him, he is getting ready with Armin. They exchange greetings and wishes of well-being when her attention is brought to Armin.
"You must be Marco! My Jean has told me so much about you, I feel like you’re already part of the family! I hope he isn’t too much a hand full." She falls into silence when both boys look away somberly.
"Marco’s dead, Ma… He didn’t make it out of Trost…" He states as Armin excuses himself to give them time. His mother is silent with horror at the news her son has told her. She holds him close as she struggles to hold back tears for her son’s loss.
"Oh, sweetie… I’m so sorry…" She shakes as she holds her boy in her arms, not ready to let him go outside those walls. She quietly questions. "Why? Why the Scouting Legion? Didn’t you want to be part of the Military Police?"
Jean then takes his mother by the shoulders as gently as he can with a smile on his lips. “Someone has to make sure these idiots don’t get themselves killed out there. Besides… I don’t think I could face him if I did less than what I can.”
He hugs his mother before mounting his horse, joining the others as they ready to leave the safety of the walls.
She watches with tears in her eyes as she son rides out of sight
"He has grown up so much. I have you to thank for that, Marco. Please, watch over my Jean."