Not quite a drabble because with roughly 200 words it's a little bit long for that. It'sa plot bunny was born on the 20th July, go figure out why, you could learn something interesting.
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Title: Wars and guilt
Spoilers: This is kind of pre-Rose so I think none
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He had to hurry. The bomb had gone off as planned, the explosion must have killed them instantly. He had to get out of there before it was too late. His mind was racing. It had been necessary, even if he had taken innocent lives in the process. Their blood on his hands. Forever. The great traitor, backstabbing his own people to end the war once and for all. Had it been the right thing to do? Had it been his right to do it? He felt cold, alone.
A man stepped out of the shadows, his black leather jacket covered in dust. Something in that man's face gave him the odd feeling that he was looking at himself. The doubts, the guilt, reflected in those ice blue eyes. Their handshake lasted a long time. Finally the stranger smiled, "It is an honour to finally meet you, Count von Stauffenberg."
And with that, the man turned and walked away. Back into the shadows. Strange bloke. Seemed as broken as him. The war perhaps. It did that to all good men.
He had no time to wonder about it now. Haeften was waiting for him, they had to get to Berlin.
News would spread soon that someone had assassinated Hitler.
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