Thanks,” Johann finally said. “It’s the irony of war. Those who want to live, die. Those who want to die, live on.
They would never forget the war. The world wouldn’t let them, and neither would history.
I can be either a good friend or a good Nazi, Emil thought. He knew now that he couldn’t be both.
Noah had transformed in my eyes, too, butt it wasn't because he had changed. It was my perception of him had changed. He'd always been the cool person I'd come to know and respect, I'd just been blinded by my prejudices.
