[ that tugs at something... familiar. meine liebste elster, words that should be spoken with such love, instead scratch at her mind.

but elster squeezes her hand gently, regardless. ]

We were sent out there together. Right? That's... right, I think... I remember one night, that's all. It was... [ the damning words on dot matrix paper, maddeningly cheerful despite the death sentence—

Ｇｌüｃｋｗｕｎｓｃｈ， Ｇｅｎｏｓｓｅ!

elster winces, averting eye contact for a moment, before taking a breath and meeting those kind red eyes again. ]

It was good, I think. Despite everything. Until it wasn't.