( Eunike shrugs. She is— trying not to be awful. This girl isn't from the war. She is from some bizarre time almost a century later. Perhaps it is better if people see themselves as Europeans rather than drawing lines, and if countries can be at peace enough for someone to have such a blend of countries that hate each other in their bloodstream.
And yet, there is also a kneejerk, blistering kind of anger in her, a visceral dislike. Germans and Italians, the worst there are. If she met this girl during the war, she would not trust her. She is not sure the Germans would trust her, either, though. Doomed by both sides - there seems something terrible in that, as well. )
How very efficient. ( And a brief wave of her hand. )
no subject
And yet, there is also a kneejerk, blistering kind of anger in her, a visceral dislike. Germans and Italians, the worst there are. If she met this girl during the war, she would not trust her. She is not sure the Germans would trust her, either, though. Doomed by both sides - there seems something terrible in that, as well. )
How very efficient. ( And a brief wave of her hand. )