"... Dear God." Hermann stopped altogether, his eyes widening in horror at all of that. He tried to imagine Henrik in that position, and the acid and the anger that filled his veins made him turn away from his friend.
"If that was done to my son - if they did that sort of thing to my boy ... I would have killed every last one of them with my bare hands. Which would have been exceedingly difficult."
Then he frowned, turning towards the other man. "... then how can you stand to touch me at all?"
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Date: 2016-04-14 03:08 am (UTC)"If that was done to my son - if they did that sort of thing to my boy ... I would have killed every last one of them with my bare hands. Which would have been exceedingly difficult."
Then he frowned, turning towards the other man. "... then how can you stand to touch me at all?"