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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 was a good friend like that, and Erik tried to keep his thoughts on putting one foot in front of the other, instead of the roiling in his belly. He wanted to throw up again. He needed to throw up again.

They got to the bathroom just in time, and Erik made a bee line for the toilet as the rest of his stomach's contents made their exit. It was a few moments before he went to the sink, rinsing out his mouth and splashing water on his face so he'd feel less clammy. Then he sat, right there in front of the faucet, and looked up forlornly at Charles.]

You're not sick?

[Charles hesitated out of the way, not really sure what to do with a sick person and wondering if he should get an adult, like Toshiko, but he didn't know how to get in touch with her and he couldn't leave Erik here by himself to go look for her. So he was relieved when it seemed like he'd stopped for now, even if he still wasn't sure what had happened.]

I don't think so. [He certainly didn't feel sick, although he definitely wasn't hungry anymore. He came over and carefully crouched down next to him, still worried and concerned and completely at a loss for what to do.]

Are you alright?

[He nodded slowly; his stomach still hurt, and his throat burned, but he didn't think he was going to throw up again. What could it have been? Erik pressed his hands against his stomach; it had felt bloated, when he'd clutched it on the way here, much much too big. And he wondered.]

Maybe I ate too much? [He still frowned, though; could people throw up from eating?]

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