Maximilian had been safely transferred to the Reich, and by the morning of the next day, he had received a nice warm shower, a clean shave and haircut, and was properly dressed in unblemished attire.
The man had undergone a full scale transformation, and he sat before Bruno, not the director of military intelligence as he spoke of his situation. Bruno sat and listened, drinking from a freshly brewed cup of coffee.
Naturally, Maximilian did the same, trying his best to readjust to life within the boundaries of civilization and peace after having spent the better part of the last year in war-torn warlord France.
Bruno gave his brother time to come to terms with his thoughts, more than he would do for a normal subordinate who was in a state of relative shock. And eventually, after a long and persistent silence, Maximilian spoke.
