Grimmer blinked, surprised as Vera pulled him forward, and for the first time began to consider removing his arm. Crap, he was slowing her down, wasn't he? She was just a kid, soldier or not, he couldn't risk her getting hurt in any explosion for his own sake. With that in mind Grimmer tried to pull his arm loose, only to fail due to her surprising strength.
Although the East German could still feel anger and fear, (the simplest of emotions), he did not place any value in his own life. He was an empty being, and exposing Kinderheim, as well as helping others was what he existed for. In a way, his unusual selfless-ness originated from the fact that he felt nothing. He would gladly paint himself as a serial killer, and destroy his life of freedom, so long as a good, innocent young man, (everything that Grimmer could not be) was allowed to live his life to the fullest as a result.
As they exited the building and ran into the streets, Grimmer attempted to pry his arm loose a second time. "Please, you don't need to worry about-" The explosion went off, and Grimmer's voice disappeared amongst the blast.
When Grimmer began to awaken, he was face down on the ground, with loose, singed paper fluttering around him. As he shifted his ashened face, he was in the strange state between unconscious and consciousness. He suddenly believed that he was still in 1998 Europe, he was helping Dr. Tenma in Prague...he wasn't in another world, where his lifelong goal of proving 511's existence was impossible. He wasn't stuck where the dead government system that he hated so much had returned in full force. Most importantly, he wasn't in a world where the children around him lived in miserable conditions and where horrific events happened to them for no reason.
Then a single piece of paper floated in front of his eyesight, and the hard, empty reality came to him at full force.
Fighting against the angry concussion that pounded at his head, Grimmer forced his upper body up. The wine bottle lay shattered beside him, but a good portion of the papers in his arms had (fortunately) been protected as he landed on top of them. However, those that were not protected were now scattered everywhere around the group.
Immediately remembering the other two, Grimmer turned himself over in near-panic, for the moment unaware of any painful injuries that may be on his body. He was just focused on the others sake. "Are you two okay?!"
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Although the East German could still feel anger and fear, (the simplest of emotions), he did not place any value in his own life. He was an empty being, and exposing Kinderheim, as well as helping others was what he existed for. In a way, his unusual selfless-ness originated from the fact that he felt nothing. He would gladly paint himself as a serial killer, and destroy his life of freedom, so long as a good, innocent young man, (everything that Grimmer could not be) was allowed to live his life to the fullest as a result.
As they exited the building and ran into the streets, Grimmer attempted to pry his arm loose a second time. "Please, you don't need to worry about-" The explosion went off, and Grimmer's voice disappeared amongst the blast.
When Grimmer began to awaken, he was face down on the ground, with loose, singed paper fluttering around him. As he shifted his ashened face, he was in the strange state between unconscious and consciousness. He suddenly believed that he was still in 1998 Europe, he was helping Dr. Tenma in Prague...he wasn't in another world, where his lifelong goal of proving 511's existence was impossible. He wasn't stuck where the dead government system that he hated so much had returned in full force. Most importantly, he wasn't in a world where the children around him lived in miserable conditions and where horrific events happened to them for no reason.
Then a single piece of paper floated in front of his eyesight, and the hard, empty reality came to him at full force.
Fighting against the angry concussion that pounded at his head, Grimmer forced his upper body up. The wine bottle lay shattered beside him, but a good portion of the papers in his arms had (fortunately) been protected as he landed on top of them. However, those that were not protected were now scattered everywhere around the group.
Immediately remembering the other two, Grimmer turned himself over in near-panic, for the moment unaware of any painful injuries that may be on his body. He was just focused on the others sake. "Are you two okay?!"