[He's safe, though Sasha's definition of safe means Bertolt is still alive and not still living in their shared hell. She knows nothing and as far as anyone is concerned, she'll keep on knowing nothing unless someone told her different.
So for now, she's still grinning, unaware of that prick of pain Bertolt feels, though if Sasha knew, she'd admit that she feels the same for Connie. That bald idiot hasn't even managed to get a taste of paradise. Her only hope is he keeps on kicking.]
Well, I just saw you... [Sasha laughs, but it's a kind of uncomfortable one. She has zero memory of this place back home and if the Bertolt she saw while under the watch of Mike and his team survived, then that's all she could ask for.] You looked... shorter.
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So for now, she's still grinning, unaware of that prick of pain Bertolt feels, though if Sasha knew, she'd admit that she feels the same for Connie. That bald idiot hasn't even managed to get a taste of paradise. Her only hope is he keeps on kicking.]
Well, I just saw you... [Sasha laughs, but it's a kind of uncomfortable one. She has zero memory of this place back home and if the Bertolt she saw while under the watch of Mike and his team survived, then that's all she could ask for.] You looked... shorter.
[And slimmer, but that's a given.]