Victoire leaned forward a bit to hear the story. She was slightly taken aback by the circumstances of his father's release. Anti-Reich activities? And his mother was British. That seemed an odd family, that: a German father not blindly accepting the Nazi policies, a wife of English nationality, and a son in the German army. Maybe there was more than just black and white.
"I'm sorry to hear that your father is being punished for bravery and thinking for his own," the redhead replied earnestly. "But I would rather take the risk and not be a blind follower rather than taking in everything I was being spoon fed." She immediately regretted her words, forgetting herself for a moment. But then again, Anton didn't seem like the type to snitch, especially because of what was happening with his own family because of the Third Reich. "Do you think your father is brave, Anton?"