You and Oswald sat at a table in the common room, drinking tea, chatting and filling out recruits files and first mission status forms.

" Scheiße.. "

You hear Oswald mumble out of frustration, as he squints down at the paper, obviously struggling to read what's on the paper that he was filling out. Since he first came here, you know damn well he's partially blind, but he just brushes it off as if it was just a small cut. Anyway, you reach out with a hand and offer to help but Oswald just moves the paper away from your hand.

" No, no. I got it, mein freund.. "

He doesn't got it..