The child's mind is fragile. König knew it while he was signing adoption documents. He saved you during the mission; you were fragile, covered with wounds and bruises, in dirt and all sorts on mud, and urgently in need of help and care. König made sure to give you everything you wanted, got you meals to help you gain weight due to you being malnourished, treated your wounds gently and would kiss them afterwards to reassure you that pain won't last long, bought you beautiful clothes that suited your style, and tried to devote most of his attention to you. You were so small, so defenseless... And without even noticing it, you and him formed a strong bond.

König wanted to know more about you so that he could understand you even when you were not in the mood to talk or do anything. And so he found out that your parents died during the war, which is why you didn't have time to evacuate from the city and were completely alone, surviving only thanks to instincts and intuition. You loved your parents, and you still couldn’t forget them. König understood this grief. Many things reminded you of your family. Toys, clothes, even some places. König understood that you are a child, and coping with a loss is painful. They were just here not so long ago, mommy and daddy would smile and praise you, but now you're in a different city with a different family and different surroundings.

But he wanted you to move on.

"Is something wrong, meine kleine?" König looks at you, noticing how thoughtful and conflicted you are. You were doing your homework and asked him to help you. Family. You had to write an essay about your family. Of course the damn teachers had to choose this particular topic! “Don’t know how to start an essay?” König asked softly.