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[reluctantnanny]

[After weeks of letting Mayfield trick him with its false memories, weeks of psychological and mental strain, Germany has traded his left eye in exchange for the assurance that he has received all his true memories back. Bloody bandages are wrapped at an angle around his head, covering the empty hole; maybe after it heals, he'll find a proper eyepatch.

If he survives until then, of course, given the current state of Mayfield. Because he's out there on the streets, Karabiner 98K rifle gripped in his hands. He's visiting houses, looking for survivors and the wounded. He can't escort them all, but he can make sure everyone knows to head for the Library, and protect anyone in immediate danger that he can find.

After receiving one phone call from BLU Sniper at the house, he's decided it safer not to use the phones anymore. Lucy-- ...this Zemekis man who's been behind the curtain pulling the strings all along...will certainly do anything to find and kill all of them, now.

He wishes he could seek out individuals (his housemates are one thing, but he knows that Miss Hungary, not to mention Tiffany are still here..), but he can't let himself be impartial like that right now. This is bigger than himself. This is about not letting Zemekis get what he wants. For now, his true memories keep him company. His brother's smile, his over-confident words.

. . . .

Germany sneaks down each of the streets in full military uniform, iron cross hanging from his neck, a knife hidden in each boot. He's loaded all the ammunition he's ever regained for his rifle into every pocket he has, and he's going to make each and every shot count.]

Comments

[bespell]

He will understand. [Perhaps a patronus would suffice, but Lily can't find it in herself to concentrate hard enough to conjure one.] Remus's sensible like that.

The wards should hold long enough until we leave. I can't keep them in place after we're gone.

[reluctantnanny]

[He doesn't now how to respond to her agreeing, after honestly expecting some resistance.] . . .

Very good.

What should I write on the note? [Having found the back of a neighborhood meeting flyer to write on, he waits for her dictation... And then adds,] ..What is your name?

[bespell]

'Moony, come to the library. Lily.' [She directs, straight to the point, before tilting her head.] And what's yours?

[reluctantnanny]

. . . M-o-o-n-y, then... [A nickname to assure Remus the note is genuine, makes sense.] I'll make a copy for myself to carry with me, should I come across him myself.

Germany. I go by Ludwig, as well.

We're leaving soon, is there anything else weapon-like here we should bring?

[bespell]

Just my wand. It should be enough, and I'm the only one who can use it. [save for Sirius, but her classmate is nowhere to be found so it's rather irrelevant.] I'll try not to be in your way, Ludwig. And--

Thank you.