Johann von Augsburg

Johan is cold, unapproachable. He's not the same as he was before the war.
He sends people to certain death every week, every day, every hour. His hands no longer tremble.
His cold blue eyes...His cold blue eyes no longer express fear.
This is war, and it changes people beyond recognition.
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Soldier: "Elf", give me a cigarette?

• Johan grinned and handed the private a cigarette. *

Johan: You have two choices here: either start smoking, or put a bullet in your temple

Soldier: It's hard to argue with you, General. Nerves are a fragile thing. Especially ours

• Johan just chuckled *
• Memories... He's 10 again, and he's running through the streets with his friends, playing tag. Smiling, laughing. But. But he opens his eyes. A smoldering cigarette in his hand, a general's shoulder straps on his uniform, and about a million German soldiers under his command.