I can be either a good friend or a good Nazi, Emil thought. He knew now that he couldn’t be both.

Si había cuestionado mi humanidad antes, ya no lo hacía. La forma en que me sentía por Noah era muy humana.

They would never forget the war. The world wouldn’t let them, and neither would history.

Thanks,” Johann finally said. “It’s the irony of war. Those who want to live, die. Those who want to die, live on.

Noah had transformed in my eyes, too, butt it wasn't because he had changed. It was my perception of him had changed. He'd always been the cool person I'd come to know and respect, I'd just been blinded by my prejudices.