[ The smile puts Adolf at relative ease; sometimes Oona reminds him a little of Eva, even though they couldn't be more different in terms of personality.
His hand lingers in her hair, before he smooths it down into place. He doesn't quite pull it back, because Oona's still got a good grip on his wrist. ]
You're telling me to live.
[ Not phrased as a question. Give him a moment to digest this, and digest the word 'promise'— it's a heavy one. ]
...I'll think about it. [ Is his final decision, delivered offhandedly. Again, this is his idea of a dry joke; he's only truly difficult to people he has a feeling will put up with it fine. ] I won't die here, at least.
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His hand lingers in her hair, before he smooths it down into place. He doesn't quite pull it back, because Oona's still got a good grip on his wrist. ]
You're telling me to live.
[ Not phrased as a question. Give him a moment to digest this, and digest the word 'promise'— it's a heavy one. ]
...I'll think about it. [ Is his final decision, delivered offhandedly. Again, this is his idea of a dry joke; he's only truly difficult to people he has a feeling will put up with it fine. ] I won't die here, at least.