Hannah inhaled then leaned forward, like she was about to tell a secret. “Right now? You’re making this all about you. It’s not about you. It’s about a dictator who wants to kill every non-Aryan in the world. And please believe me, if he somehow accomplishes that horrific feat, he will move on to killing Aryans with brown eyes, and then ones with too-long fingers or crooked teeth.” She paused, exhaled. “This is not about you.”
