Franz continued to speak, in English. "Why half-breed?" That is the one thing I cannot understand about your vater. Tall, charming, intelligent, a pefect model of a Deutch officer. But he goes off, and marries YOUR mother." Franz stood up and crouched next to Giorgia hand on her chin. "You look like her. You know, your mother. I used to hate you for that. Loathe you. But I think I can grasp why your father married her. Although you are full Italian, you still somehow have his eyes. Maybe it was because through all these years you've been with him? I do not know. But tell me, Kretschmann. Why do I not see any hate in your eyes? Just a few days ago, you were ready to kill me- to avenge your father."
Giorgia replied, staring at his eyes, "I just do not remember. I will tell you one thing, Herr Bietrich. You might have killed someone who is very dear to me, but because of that, I had to grow up quickly. When you told me what happened that night, I realized it was luck that I was not dead. If it was just him that you kil-"
Franz actually laughed. "Killed just your father, Kretschmann? No, I have killed hundereds more. I am a murderer. Much like...an assasin. However, I am still an officer in the Deutch army."
"Then the people you killled...were they all..."
"Half-breeds? No. Corrupt Germans, too. I am helping the world. Making it a better place."
"Killing people doesn't help a thing."
"So righteous. These were convicted men. It was my duty to kill them." He threw his hands to the side.
"Then why aren't you killing me? I am the daughter of a "weak" Deutch Lietuneant."
Franz grimaced, and turned his back on her. "That was...originally the plan. Never once had I backed out. It is different now. You want a better reason, I suppose? Your father was a friend. A good friend. I think he would want someone alive in his family. Better?" He turned around again. He walked around the table and crouched near her. "I will not let your men take me alive. I'm going to kill myself. You understand? Do not try to stop me. My fate is the same either way. But I would like to go out with some pride left in me." He smirked, "Yes, I suppose it's too much to ask for, as a murderer, but as an Officer, it is not. Once your men come, I want to see if your leader keeps his word. If he does, you go free, I die. If he doesn't, you go free, I die."
Giorgia sat, amazed at this man. Amazed at how simply he put it. Although this man had killed her father and her mother, and hundereds of others, she could not...bring herself to hate the man. She felt sorrow and pity. She gazed into his light blue eyes, the German uniform tucked neatly in, the blonde hair slicked back. Shehugged him.
Franz was taken aback. He gently pushed her away. "I apologize for taking your father away. That is the first time I've apolgized for killing." He smiled ironically. " I suppose I wanted him to feel the pain of loosing a family." He stood up. He looked out the window. "It seems they are already here." He looked at Giorgia and motioned for her to come over. He smirked slightly, "Play along with me, won't you? You'll go free soon." Franz picked up his gun, 'gently' put an arm around Giorgia, but from someone else's view, it looked like he was gripping her firmly, and walked out the door. With the other hand, took the gun out and placed it on her head.