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[wecanavenge]

[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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[scentbombed]

What are for police?

[stripedpajamas]

[Charles is leaning over to contribute to this conversation.]

They're- ["Supposed to help people" is dreadfully inaccurate while talking about the SS, but they're not exactly traditional police.] They make people follow the rules, I suppose.

What language are you speaking?

[scentbombed]

[That's actually clearer than the other boy, which is strange. She blinks.] Of course Uberwaldian. What for are police? How foolish something. Only one rule matters. Only one charge.

[einzweidrei]

[Erik is glad Charles decided to say something, and he glances at his friend, shifting uncomfortably.]

What rule?

[stripedpajamas]

[Charles honestly wants to ask what Uberwaldian is, because he's definitely never heard of it before, but he's curious about that, too, so he waits for her to explain and tries to reassure his friend silently.]

[scentbombed]

[Her lips quirk, amused.] Ours.

[einzweidrei]

I don't know your rule.

[scentbombed]

The rule of something better something, of course. Werewolf over human.

[einzweidrei]

[That gets a little laugh out of him.] There's no such thing!

[scentbombed]

Really?

[einzweidrei]

Just fairy tales.