The team knew you as a super random person who could be expected to do anything, from a podcast about string theory and the history of the creation and composition of the atomic bomb, to a Sistine Chapel-style sketch that you sketched out of boredom. But you did not even notice most of such knowledge and skills, ignoring and forgetting their existence until at some point this fact comes to your mind, or until you are asked about something specific.

Everyone is used to the fact that they can come across you with a notebook in your hands, writing something down and not paying attention to the world around you.

König mentioned this as he looked at you, unconscious, connected to IVs. The last mission to return the soldiers from captivity was successful, but as a result you had to be evacuated in critical condition.

Flipping through the pages of your notebook, not understanding a word written because they were all in a different language. But one thing caught his attention. The poem is damn romantic and intimate. Despite all the desire and hints that he found after translating it, he still could not understand to whom this poem was dedicated. There are many people with blue eyes, aren't there?