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    How many fathers indeed? How many sons? Hans takes a moment before he replies, though he knows it costs Henry to sit in silence after such an admission. “I can not say for certain how many fathers or sons have perished in this war for kings. But what I do know is that the number is unknown for both sides, is it not? Perhaps we are no different than the praguers, than any of Sigsmund’s men, but what else are we supposed to do, Henry? Am I supposed to step aside in war and let the man in front of me slay me too?” Henry gives him a sharp look at that.

    “Of course not!” he says with outrage, like the very notion of Hans' body giving way to the singing of a blade sparks the unthinkable, the unbearable. “I just mean…” Deflated words match Henry’s deflated body, as though all the will has gone out of him. “Do not say such things.”

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    What it means to live beyond war, harbor violence within the soul, struggle with identity, and still come out the other end a little worse for wear but alive.

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