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[After his conversation with the Major on the fifth, Hitler went home and spent the next several days locked in his room. He hasn't called anyone. Why should he trouble them with his problems anyway? He's already done that more than enough. It's a hard blow to take, hearing someone say what he'd feared all along. But then again, hearing the truth does hurt. Especially the truth about yourself. He was a fool, and a hypocrite. And really not all that different from his original besides. And he still had those insurmountable sins weighing on his soul.
But Mayfield had made him forget that. However briefly, he had thought that maybe he deserved a life of his own. That maybe he could have friends. That perhaps he could cast off the dark shadow cast by his original.
He should know better. He used to. How could he let himself forget?
When he finally emerges from the house, with no real destination in mind, he finds himself back at the park. Sitting under a tree, feeling more lost and depressed than he has in a long time.]
But Mayfield had made him forget that. However briefly, he had thought that maybe he deserved a life of his own. That maybe he could have friends. That perhaps he could cast off the dark shadow cast by his original.
He should know better. He used to. How could he let himself forget?
When he finally emerges from the house, with no real destination in mind, he finds himself back at the park. Sitting under a tree, feeling more lost and depressed than he has in a long time.]
