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[The video clicks on, showing an uncertain eye and not much else, because the video is held much too close. The camera flips and jostles a few times, before it's held back enough to see a young boy. He looks much younger than he really is, rake thin in a very unhealthy way, but still more than skin and bones. He's pale, and he's scared. When he speaks, it's all in German; which, usefully, is the only language he knows.]

H-hallo? [Tosh has already assured him that Herr Doktor is not around and there won't be any tests of any kind today but...he isn't entirely convinced and is more than a little nervous to direct more attention to himself. So he's hesitant, but tentatively giving into some curiosity?] Is this one of the SS buildings? [He pans the camera around the room quickly; partially visible, as he tries to gesture with his other hand, is the silver helmet he holds.] I have never been here before.

[And he heads to a couch, looking uncomfortable, but...maybe a little pleased. This is more comfort than he's known in - well, ever. He manages a little smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, and falters at the edges.] It's very nice. Thank you for letting me stay here.

[His attention drops back to the helmet, now in his lap, and he holds it up for the camera after a moment - the look on his face says he probably shouldn't play with it and he's sorry, but he's drawn to it nonetheless.] Does this belong to someone?

(OOC: And tags will come from

einzweidrei because I'm a bad person. :c Blanket content warning, again, for possibly in depth discussion of the Holocaust.]

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[He frowns a little at the odd words, but it wasn't enough to understand that she isn't really speaking German. He nods quickly.]

Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. [He doesn't sound as scared - he is, but he isn't, and it's very strange - but the response is ingrained: the nail that sticks up gets hammered down.]

It's fine. I just want to make sure you aren't hurt.

[She opens the door at the top of the stairs, and - well, she'd tell him not to be afraid, but that horse has already bolted to say the very least.]

This way.

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[He follows her out and stops short on deck, eyes widening. He is afraid, but - he is amazed, too. He knows nothing about space, nothing beyond the stars he sometimes saw at night. It's huge, it's so huge, and it goes on forever, and he feels very, very small.

They were not in Germany. He turned to look up at Toshiko, eyes still big.] I believe you. [More than he did, anyway, and that is certainly saying something.]

I'm glad.

[She smiles softly and lets out a breath. It's becoming very clear to her that this trick with the translator is only going to be manageable in chunks and she's going to need to go and take some painkillers and maybe be sick in the next half-hour or so.]

We should talk about what you need. Some warmer clothes, some food?

[He looks down at his clothes, at the striped linen that's identical to every other prisoner in the camp, and he nods, slowly first, then faster. His stomach clenches, though, and he isn't sure if he's hungry or sick or scared or starving.]

Is there chicken?

[She considers this. Morning, so breakfast shift, so....maybe? God only knows if there are enough grown-ups around to even be running the kitchen.]

I'm not sure. We can find out.

[He nods, looking up at the sky - or lack thereof - again. He was very hungry, but part of him didn't want to leave this spot.]

Can I come back up here? Whenever I want?

Whenever you want. I promise.

[Her head hurts so much her vision's doubling. Oh good.]

How about this for a plan. We'll make sure you've got some food and clothes, and you can explore for a bit by yourself, if you want to. I'll show you how to contact me if you need anything, and I'll check up on you later. Does that sound okay?

[She's nervous of leaving him, but she's had enough experience of regression floods of various kinds to know how daunting all this can be.]

[He hesitates for just a moment, then nods quickly. It's freedom - it's more freedom than he's had in years, in he-doesn't-know-how-long. And he likes it.]

Yes. Yes, that sounds okay.

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