[Klaus remembers that. Remembers the stink of dead bodies and the smell of gunpowder and sweat. It's not a good memory for him and he stares at the ground for a moment as he walks. They frown once again.
There's a haunted expression as she mentions dreaming of being on the frontline.]
You shouldn't know about that. [His voice is soft, barely above a whisper.] I wish I didn't. [They blink a few times, forcing themself to look less haunted.] Anyway. Right. My house...is not too much further from here.
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There's a haunted expression as she mentions dreaming of being on the frontline.]
You shouldn't know about that. [His voice is soft, barely above a whisper.] I wish I didn't. [They blink a few times, forcing themself to look less haunted.] Anyway. Right. My house...is not too much further from here.