[Commiseration is good. It's better, though 'better' here feels sour. Erik nods - he doesn't point out how ridiculous that is, how it's absurd, because of course Felix knows. Just because he was ready to share this doesn't mean everyone else should be. Still, he has to unclench his jaw before he can speak.]
I did my part to kill six million Jews. [And that is hard, hard to say. But he shakes his head, because to be a part of a race of thirty-nine thousand and no more - that is an ugly thought. He knows the numbers, rounded and even - 9.4 Jews in Europe in 1939, 3.4 by the time it was over, 10 world wide - but they don't have meaning. They're a product of books speaking about the past, and his jaw sets.]
[Private]
I did my part to kill six million Jews. [And that is hard, hard to say. But he shakes his head, because to be a part of a race of thirty-nine thousand and no more - that is an ugly thought. He knows the numbers, rounded and even - 9.4 Jews in Europe in 1939, 3.4 by the time it was over, 10 world wide - but they don't have meaning. They're a product of books speaking about the past, and his jaw sets.]
Some days - most days - I wish I had refused.