"𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑨𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍?" 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟔 "Are you listening to me?" He stops suddenly, his eyes catching mine at an odd angle. "This is important, Aussie, I need you to look after them, to keep them safe- little Ossi and Wessi and Konigsberg, they are innocent in all of this- I need you to-" "Relax," I say, my voice strangely gravelly after such a long period of silence. I take his hand in mine between the iron bars, it is rough and strangely cold. "I will take care of them, they are my niece and nephews too, you know?" He nods solemnly, looking away as he comes to terms with the situation. The metaphorical rising of the hammer before the fall. It hurts my heart to know I will be there to see it. "You do not need to worry about that stuff, it has already been sorted between Switzerland and myself," I begin again, trying to reassure him. "What you must worry about now is how you will be remembered..." He scowls, pulling back suddenly as he retreated a couple steps back into the cell, turning wild again as he spits his words: "It will be ugly, I'm sure." I shrug impassively, not giving into him. Not being drawn into this fight again, not now. "Perhaps so..." 𝐎𝐑, The rise and fall of Nazi Germany from the perspective of Austria