#I swear this whole exchange sprang from basically nowhere

[peterlorres21stcentury]

oh why can't I type faster, this story is almost doooooone

I went to the old rabbi for his blessing.

“Rabbi,” I said, as I held Georg’s hand. “I know you don’t think much of me for protecting this man. I know he has broken our law. I know he is guilty of... terrible things.”

Georg silently hung his head, shamefaced.

“But today he goes forth in the name of destroying our enemies, who have committed far greater atrocities than he ever could,” I went on. “Is there some way… could you find a way to bless him, before we go?”

The old rabbi mulled it over for some moments before shrugging in defeat. He stretched out his gnarled and bony hands, patted Georg’s protruding belly once or twice, and in a paternal, indulgent sort of way he simply bid Georg “es gezunterheyt”—eat well.