ebonsmoke said: But there is no fellow to greet the other man. There is only the darkness of shadows and drifting mist from the warm ground. That voice persists. “Ihre angst.”
“…I vant zhem to be afraid… I vant zhem to know fear as I did. Ve did. I vant zhem to tremble. To burn in zhe freezing fire of mein hate before I lay zhem open. Fear und deazh. Zhat is vhat zhey gave mich und zhat is vhat I vant to give back.”
He doesn’t know why he’s saying this. If his imagination is just getting the best of him or if he’s finally, inevitably gone mad. But man does it feel good to finally speak his darkest desires.
There is nothing but shadows and smoke at this time of night, but there is a breath at the back of the other man's neck. "Haben sie angst?"
*spins on his heel, Ubersaw drawn in an instant* *his eyes are full of mistrust and paranoia and he seems one wrong move away from skewering this fellow* …who ah you? Vhere did you come from? Vhat do you vant?
I will kill them when I find them.
That is what I want. I want revenge.
Revenge for me. For him. For Friedrich and his poor wife. For everyone who suffered and died I want revenge.
I want them to fear me.
but
…but
I’m the one who’s afraid.
and I hate myself for that so much.
It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.
“Don’t vorry about it- I’ll take it if you’re done vizh it.”
Breakdown in communication. He actually enjoyed the company very much- most people gave him a wide berth. Maybe it was his icy, standoffish attitude, his tendency to subconsciously push people away to protect himself. It was a shell that he opened for few. He was trying here. Maybe he was failing at it.
“But ja, anytime you vish, feel free to come by. I lock up vhen I am not here but zhere is ein spare key. It’s hidden in zhe knothole in zhe board beside zhe door. Stay long as you vish, help yourself to any food or coffee you can find. Zhis is ein safe place for mich, und I vant it to be for you as vell.”
He takes the cup as well as his own, and gives the other a kind smile, as warm as he can manage. It’s a rare person indeed who’s ever seen him smile this way.
“I vould like to see you again. Very much. As I mentioned before- I don’t haff many friends.”
ebonsmoke said: But there is no fellow to greet the other man. There is only the darkness of shadows and drifting mist from the warm ground. That voice persists. “Ihre angst.”
