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WW2 AU RP Journal for Sophie Berthier.
"Do I not fit your idea of a member of La Resistance? No spouting of Vive La France and singing of La Marseillaise?" She shrugs.
"I've seen what the Bosch do to those who do not fit in." Her lips thin at the memory. "However, my 'why' is personal." She clutches her mending in her hands. "My family owns--owned--the chateau that houses the bulk of the German command in this region. Their Oberst took a liking to two of my younger sisters--twins. Mon père--my father--took exception to that." He'd loaded his old service revolver and attempted to shoot the bastard. Her vision swims with memories. It takes her a moment to continue.
"They took him to the courtyard and shot him in front of all the staff. Us. Our housekeeper had hidden Katriane--that's my youngest sister--and myself before the bosch arrived, but Irene and Charlotte had been with Papa. There was no time."
"I heard he took them to Berlin. They're blonde, you see. All my sisters, beautiful and golden." Papa used to call her his changeling child. "Aryan. Do you understand?"
She stares at her hands. "I hate them."
"Do I not fit your idea of a member of La Resistance? No spouting of Vive La France and singing of La Marseillaise?" She shrugs.
"I've seen what the Bosch do to those who do not fit in." Her lips thin at the memory. "However, my 'why' is personal." She clutches her mending in her hands. "My family owns--owned--the chateau that houses the bulk of the German command in this region. Their Oberst took a liking to two of my younger sisters--twins. Mon père--my father--took exception to that." He'd loaded his old service revolver and attempted to shoot the bastard. Her vision swims with memories. It takes her a moment to continue.
"They took him to the courtyard and shot him in front of all the staff. Us. Our housekeeper had hidden Katriane--that's my youngest sister--and myself before the bosch arrived, but Irene and Charlotte had been with Papa. There was no time."
"I heard he took them to Berlin. They're blonde, you see. All my sisters, beautiful and golden." Papa used to call her his changeling child. "Aryan. Do you understand?"
She stares at her hands. "I hate them."
