Juno hums quietly - a low sound of sympathy. "Sorry. That kind of thing- it's never easy." Figuring out who you are, even if Juno won't say that explicitly out loud.
"We were called the gespenst jager," he says and he turns to show the lantern at his hip. "The 901st Anti-Tank Troop. Individual foot soldiers made to fight a tank."
"Fuck war," Juno says mildly. "We've had our own - nothing like that." No soldiers, built to fight tanks. "Not that it's worth much, but I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"Everyone had to go through it," he says back, because it's the truth. The war touched everyone, even the ones that people didn't realize it might touch. How it touched them was the real crux of the matter.
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"It's fine. You can ask anything."
He tries not to keep secrets unless it's necessary, or if it might hurt someone.
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"Not really."
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“I know who I am. I know what I am.”
He still hasn’t found a way to explain to other people, people who don’t know what it means to be part of the Invisible Nine.
“I just don’t know if the world needs that.”
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"That helps you fight tanks?"
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"I can."
A pause.
"I have."
How to make this clear?
"I died of a flu. Not a tank."
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Then he nods.
"The peace was signed three years ago." But-
"But the war damages... for some people, the war never ended."
He's one of those people.
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"But I'm sorry you had one too."
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Juno shakes his head, takes a breath.
"I like your nails."
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"Thank you!"
He looks down at them.
"Mama Kate used to do pinks and reds but I wanted something that reminded me of home and they had a nice green."