He looked at me.
I looked at him.
He knew.
I knew that he knew.
He knew and yet he didn't do anything. He didn't leave or yell. He just sat there and looked at me. We both knew that this was the beginning of a catastrophe and yet I let it happen. I didn't believe in what was preached but I would not disobey orders. He was in a similar seat as me, but his people weren't driven by the same strong urge for revenge, to repay the injustice that they thought had been judged upon them last time.
I had come here hoping that I could get some sort of support. I just didn't want to go through this alone. Maybe he felt the same.
We looked at each other as we saw the devastation that would come.
Now, when it had been set in motion, it could not be stopped. With this it was doomed to happen.
I could not see any other results for this. The where no optional paths from here.
A dream had been born.
A dream about unity and glory.
A dream about purification.
The dream about the tausendjährige Reich.