[ Yakov almost clarifies that great, in this instance, refers not to warring ideologies or men sacrificing themselves for glorious idealsβonly the sheer scale of the destruction, unlike anything seen beforeβbut ultimately leaves it, at least for the time being. ]
Two years. Are you a nurse?
[ That photograph of the Romanova women in their tellingly pristine Red Cross aprons immediately comes to mind, such a twisted juxtaposition to the filthy trench he first saw it in. He'd been compelled to rip it to shreds at the time, like that would do anything to stop the man beside him from slowly dying, but he feels none of the same malice toward this womanβwhatever she is, she's genuine, not a despot performing to keep the masses unaware of their own subjugation. ]
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Two years. Are you a nurse?
[ That photograph of the Romanova women in their tellingly pristine Red Cross aprons immediately comes to mind, such a twisted juxtaposition to the filthy trench he first saw it in. He'd been compelled to rip it to shreds at the time, like that would do anything to stop the man beside him from slowly dying, but he feels none of the same malice toward this womanβwhatever she is, she's genuine, not a despot performing to keep the masses unaware of their own subjugation. ]