He smiles and turns back to the man. "Erik here cares very much about the camps. I care less about who you shot, who you watched die, what you did to innocents.
"I care about the last winter of the war. I care about what it feels like to be disappointed that the wolves got your parents corpses not because you wanted to bury them but because you wanted to eat them. I care about seeing your sister on the stove and hoping that the monsters who killed her save some for you." He's snarling now, his eyes red. "You let people starve, and that is the worst crime I know of. I've starved, and I am still so hungry . . ."
And he makes another cut, then sticks his hand into the wound. "I can feel your ribs. I'm going to break them in a second to reach the lungs. I think I'll remove them entirely, I haven't had rib steak in ages." And he starts to do exactly that.
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Date: 2013-08-06 05:03 pm (UTC)He smiles and turns back to the man. "Erik here cares very much about the camps. I care less about who you shot, who you watched die, what you did to innocents.
"I care about the last winter of the war. I care about what it feels like to be disappointed that the wolves got your parents corpses not because you wanted to bury them but because you wanted to eat them. I care about seeing your sister on the stove and hoping that the monsters who killed her save some for you." He's snarling now, his eyes red. "You let people starve, and that is the worst crime I know of. I've starved, and I am still so hungry . . ."
And he makes another cut, then sticks his hand into the wound. "I can feel your ribs. I'm going to break them in a second to reach the lungs. I think I'll remove them entirely, I haven't had rib steak in ages." And he starts to do exactly that.