"Hitler... knew nothing of what real power was. He left that to Schmidt. And then, Schmidt's pet." Who had turned him into a monster. He clenches his fists, remembering waking up and seeing the metal arm and wondering how they'd pulled that off, but then remembering nothing, due to the deep freeze.

He glances at her. "There is truth in fairy tales." He says softly, the Russian rolling out of him, so much easier than English right now. He's still half-feral and his mind can only function on one level, he's so tired.