"Oh, God," I say, trying to wrap my mind around the whole thing. "This is where you died, isn't it?"
It does occur to me that I ought to go to Mathias, to offer him whatever support or comfort I might, but I am overcome by the realization that if this can happen, there's nothing to stop me being returned to that cold riverbank in France. In my imagination, just for a moment, I'm on my face in the mud, hands bound behind me with wire and a Nazi guard's boot heavy on the back of my neck.
Though I like Mathias very much, it's John I trust completely with my life and I can't move an inch. Instead of doing anything useful, I just lean against him and shiver, coward that I am.
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Date: 2012-10-25 12:44 am (UTC)It does occur to me that I ought to go to Mathias, to offer him whatever support or comfort I might, but I am overcome by the realization that if this can happen, there's nothing to stop me being returned to that cold riverbank in France. In my imagination, just for a moment, I'm on my face in the mud, hands bound behind me with wire and a Nazi guard's boot heavy on the back of my neck.
Though I like Mathias very much, it's John I trust completely with my life and I can't move an inch. Instead of doing anything useful, I just lean against him and shiver, coward that I am.