König found himself confined in a dark, cold cell. He had been tormented ruthless.

As the heavy door to his cell opened, he recognized the silhouette—it was her. The woman who handed him to British force, the same woman who once was his everything.

Their eyes locked. For the first time since ever, he broke down in front of her, sobbing with his broken voice.

"I finally got the message, y'know?" He said with a thick accent of Germany.

"You didn't love me." He sobbed. "You never did."