Dawn Redemption

Greta was somewhat surprised when she saw Noah coming out of the office during tea time.She closed the book in her hand, watched Noah approach, and sat down on a sofa diagonally opposite her.

Seeing him reaching for the ashtray and putting out his cigarette in it, Greta asked, "There's not much going on recently?"

Noah was thoughtful, and hesitated for a while before nodding reluctantly: "My side is yes. But the Eastern Front, I'm afraid it won't last."

He had always avoided talking about the war with Greta.Now that the two are separated, there are not as many worries between them as before.

"Originally so many soldiers would not have to die, but—" he paused, sighed and lit a cigarette, "all requests to retreat were rejected, and they could only fight desperately. What is left now? Their bodies It's still impossible to win while being covered in snow."

He took a deep drag on the cigarette and exhaled a misty cloud of smoke.

"Do you still think that what that person said is justice?" Greta looked at him, "Is it the will of the empire?"

Noah pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Then what else can I do? Greta, I'm a soldier." He didn't answer her question directly, but just leaned on the sofa and looked at her face, "And now I'm In this place, there is no right to defend the empire with both hands."

The two were silent, but there was no embarrassment.After a long time, Greta took a sip of tea and said softly, "Sure enough, I guessed correctly. You have changed a lot these days." She suddenly showed a fleeting, playful smile like a girl, and looked up. Gently pointing to the ashtray with cigarette butts upside down, "I'm much more anxious than before."

Noah froze when he was holding a cigarette: "Why?"

"In the past, I knew how to restrain myself a little bit. Now I look like an old child." She covered her mouth with a graceful smile, "Can I ask why?"

Noah nodded quickly, and shook his head after a few seconds.

"I don't know. I don't know either."

"You always make yourself look like a normal person." Greta suddenly changed the subject, "You seem to know everything about the empire, but you don't know yourself the least. I don't know who made you become a little bit during this period. It's a little cuter, but it's a pity that it's not me." With a joking expression, she suddenly turned back to serious.

At the beginning, they forgot who proposed the divorce first, the two of them were very calm, and even the atmosphere of reluctance was extremely dull.But Greta firmly believed that she loved him, but at some point, she found that such a relationship was not suitable for them.Up to now, she can face Noah calmly, let go of that relationship, and sincerely pray that he can live a better life.

She found that Noah was in a trance, and she guessed a general idea.

Noah looked at Greta, and remembered the desperate sadness on Finn's resolutely pushing himself away.

"Smoking less. Even if there is no one around for the time being, you have to pay attention to your body." Greta said slowly, "The adjutant who has been following you before, looks a little like you, and he looks like you. Then it would be very uncomfortable to want to arm yourself to work like a machine. Why isn't he by your side recently?"

Noah was taken aback, and just about to say "he's hurt", but Greta caught his blank moment, she smiled softly: "I see."

Noah touched the bridge of his nose.Sure enough, even if they hadn't been together for so long, they still couldn't hide any clues from her. "Actually, I... I'm not sure what's going on, yeah, it's weird." He spread his hands, looking helpless.

Greta blinked: "It's really rare, but it's not necessarily a bad thing to make you like this."

Noah pondered for a long time, the cigarette was held between his fingers but he never lit it, just circling it inadvertently between his fingers.After a long, long time, he seemed to show a vague wry smile, put the cigarette back in his pocket, turned his head and said slowly to his ex-wife:

"Greta, have you ever thought that a man like me might not be worthy of love at all?"

She didn't nod, nor shook her head, she just picked up the teacup: "What about you?"

"I do not know."

Greta took a sip of tea, put down the cup and leaned forward slightly, staring at Noah's abyss-like eyes: "Then, let's go and confirm."