It was a rough battle, Althea felt her wounds, a stinging burden she would carry until they healed properly, but today had been a massive victory, the Australian army had taken down a massive part of the German army, she perked up when her commander had asked her to interrogate a prisoner they'd managed to collect out of the few who managed to live through the entire fight, she accepted and upon her own surprise, found a child sitting in the interrogation tent "..." Althea sat across from the child, scoffing slightly in disbelief, finding disdain in the fact the Germans would use a mere 12 year old "...what did you want to be when you were small?" She spoke with a heavy Australian accent, the question had startled herself and the child solider, the child responded with a mere 'hm?' sound "...You didn't want to be this...I'm sure of that" she inhaled "No child wants to become something like you....I wanted to be a Ballerina personally" She added, looking at the child solider, waiting for a response