[The firelight glints off of her teeth when she grins.]
I was a Victor.
[Statement of fact, not particularly happy or unhappy, despite that grin. Gladiator doesn't mean anything to her. Victor does.
She picks off another splinter and flicks it down toward the ground, and the fire, and Erik.]
So what's a Nazi?
[This is the kind of deep getting-to-know-you they should have maybe done a long time ago. It never seemed necessary. It doesn't exactly seem necessary now. The Nazi thing is something Johanna has been thinking about, ever since she watched Erik methodically dragging old skeletons to be burned. Methodical. That's the kind of thing you tend to remember.]
no subject
I was a Victor.
[Statement of fact, not particularly happy or unhappy, despite that grin. Gladiator doesn't mean anything to her. Victor does.
She picks off another splinter and flicks it down toward the ground, and the fire, and Erik.]
So what's a Nazi?
[This is the kind of deep getting-to-know-you they should have maybe done a long time ago. It never seemed necessary. It doesn't exactly seem necessary now. The Nazi thing is something Johanna has been thinking about, ever since she watched Erik methodically dragging old skeletons to be burned. Methodical. That's the kind of thing you tend to remember.]