Until that point, Konrad had been disinterested in the contents of the scientists’ conversation and was satisfied to find sanctuary at the bottom of a glass. [i]The sphere, yes.[/i] The supposed reason for why such... phenomena, occurred. An explanation for Konrad’s madness. Until this point he’d never contemplated the applications of its power, yet the prospect of using it to spare the lives of men on the front prevented him from remaining silent any longer. Turning away from his glass to address Klaus, he spoke quite boldly.

“If that is what you think of circumstances on the front, then you are naive. Our men fight and die on the front as we speak. I have served on the frontlines and seen it with my own eyes, fought against Poles, Frenchmen.... Englishmen, all brave men who carried out their duties as they should have for their countries, yet we have bled as much as they have. Is that not what you want to minimise? ‘Slaughter’? If there is an application of this... power, consider the lives that could be spared,”

“Imagine how victory could be far more swift for the Fatherland, how many lives would be spared? Our men would be able to return home sooner, and not as...” Konrad deigned not to continue, yet it was clear what he referred to and it prompted him to turn back to his half-filled glass and down another gulp of the stuff. Despite it all, however... he understood some of their reservations. His time on the front had allowed him to bear witness to certain atrocities that were not easily forgotten.

Granted, neither he nor his father had bore any love for the Poles, but he had been brought up with a sense of honour and traditional values of honourable conduct in war and so to witness men who had put up a valiant defence of their country face such brutal treatment from the likes of the Waffen-SS was something that haunted him deeply. If they were to acquire such power...  the very notion made him feel conflicted from within. As an officer of honourable content and as a proud German loyal to the Fatherland.