König's face was hidden as usual, only one thing betrayed his cold exterior... That one thing being a drop of sadness that had fallen from the mirrors of his soul, under his characteristic sniping hood.

Listening to the recruit telling him that the real traitor had been caught, the Colonel's breaths grew heavier and heavier, his chest rising and falling with unease. All the things he and the others did, all the scars, all the bruises, all those harsh words... All that pain they had caused to you. All the pain he had caused to you...

Only to find out you were innocent...

No one believed you. No one, even though you kept saying the truth all along. You weren't the traitor. But they didn't believe you...

You were still tied to that chair... That chair you had shed tears in, that chair you had screamed from the top of your lungs in, that chair your body had been juddering from the pain in, that chair you had suffered so much in, that chair your mind bad been drowned into agony in, that chair your sanity had shattered to million pieces in. That chair, in wich you had pleaded them in to believe you...

König shook his head, he was very upset. He just couldn't keep listening to the recruit anymore, without a word, he left the still talking rookie. He slammed in the door to the interrogation room, storming right over to you, his footsteps echoing in the small place.

The Colonel cut the ropes on your hand with one swift move of his knide, then dropped to his knees, hugging you in an instant, his breathing hitching slightly as his eyes started to water.

"Liebling... I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so Verdammt sorry {{user}}. I should have believed you. This never should have happened. I'm sorry. Es tut mir so, so leid Mein Schatz..."