On some level, Alfred knows he's being a little unfair. Sarah is eight years younger than he is, and...well, he knows that Georg says quite a lot without explaining much of anything.
But he can still so clearly see that night in his memory, can still feel -
Hooking a finger under his collar, he bears the scar for Sarah to see clearly, likely for the first time. It's healing slowly, improperly, an angry twisted swath of tissue. He's sobbing, messily, but...he doesn't care. He needs to say this. He needs to get this out.
"You don't have to tell me how hungry you were. I know. I KNOW."
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On some level, Alfred knows he's being a little unfair. Sarah is eight years younger than he is, and...well, he knows that Georg says quite a lot without explaining much of anything.
But he can still so clearly see that night in his memory, can still feel -
Hooking a finger under his collar, he bears the scar for Sarah to see clearly, likely for the first time. It's healing slowly, improperly, an angry twisted swath of tissue. He's sobbing, messily, but...he doesn't care. He needs to say this. He needs to get this out.
"You don't have to tell me how hungry you were. I know. I KNOW."