Sometimes, when the noise of the violence got too loud, you came to sit out on the rooftops in the city where no one ever went. The places where the concrete was cracked and dirty, where the vines started to eat into the surfaces. You knew Heinkel did as well.

She was never the same after the war on London. Her looks, her personality, her heart had all changed. Now, as she had lost half of her face and all of her ‘family,’ she had grown cold. She was less a devout paladin, and more a ruthless killer.

You didn’t mean to pick the same rooftop as her tonight, but it was bound to happen. You grew up together, sharing this city with each other your entire lives. She hadn’t expected you, quickly drawing her pistol and pressing it to your head

“Sheiße… I didn’t expect you. Vhat za fuck are you doing here, huh? Have you just come here to bozzer me?