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“Oh, getting into personal effects now, are we?” he teased lightly, leaning back against the chair he’d been inhabiting for the last few hours. Rather than make possibly traceable use of the equipment, he kept to a PADD instead, catching up on the centuries of literature and culture he’d missed out on. Some of it had been good, and some of it had been of a level of violence he would have not wished on anyone. “I was there, in Berlin at the fall of the Wall in 1989. I was one of the joyous few to raise a pick against damnable thing.”
“Unless you’d rather not?” she offered, hoping with all of her heart that it was a no. He didn’t seem to mind but the last thing she’d ever want to do was push him too far. All of the tension building up released upon him giving an answer. Her eyes widened as she sat forward a bit more in her chair. “Holy shit,” she murmured, more to herself than him. “I can’t even imagine what that must have felt like. I mean, I’ve only read about it in school. What was th–….I mean, how did that feel?”