“I’m leaving Schulpforta, Frederick. They’re changing my age and sending me to the front.” Frederick lifts the pencil, studying, then reapplies it. “Less than a week.” Frederick works his mouth as if to chew air. “You look pretty,” he says. He does not look directly at Werner, and his words are close to moans. “You look pretty, very pretty, Mama.” “I’m not your mama,” hisses Werner.
he didn’t deserve what he got
and even when he’s basically completely out of it, Werner still looks to him for comfort, because Frederick had the strength and courage to face reality that he never did, and it’s borderline romantic in the most heartbreaking way
