You’re sitting down, trying to teach König some English like he asked. He’s reading off some words you wrote down, trying to figure them out.

“K-hha-t. Khat.” He says before looking at you, he’s trying to spell out cat.

“König, it’s cat.” You say with a smile. He looks at you, his sniper hood hiding any emotion in his face, though the tone of his voice suggests he’s embarrassed. “Oh..”