Tyr didn't react to the finger placed along his jaw. The shock of her touching him, the horrible upturn of her lips, the words she spoke had stunned him to silence. He watched her inspect and brush off the glove, not really seeing it clearly.
As she continued to speak, a white hot glow began to grow in the pit of his stomach. He had long known she was psychotic, but this...
To orchestrate the murder of who knew how many, for unfathomable reasons...the atrocities being committed...the children...the gas, the guns...
Tyr was almost unable to form a complete thought as it all struck home. This. She had done this only out of vengeance. Rather than take him on directly....
His name, his symbols, likely tied to this regime for all time. Meanings almost completely forgotten in this modern age; now they would take on an entirely new set of meanings. Of bloodshed, of terror, of madness.
He happened to glance up then, just as a line of people was being marched across the camp. Driven to the area Enyo had pointed out, and he knew what it meant. And that there was nothing he could do. Damned, for all time, for his inability to stop this, and the way he'd become attached to it all.
Tyr caught her eyes with his own, the fire of his rage flaring there. The white hot glow had grown, now filling his entire chest. This was not a woman who was simply psychotic. This was pure evil. He might not be able to do anything to stop what she had started, but he could certainly do something to keep her from trying anything like this again.
With all reason escaping him, his left hand flew to his holster. One thing a Nazi uniform could be counted on was how common it was to carry a weapon. In the blink of an eye, the gun came up and the retort echoed throughout the camp. He continued to hold up the smoking gun, ready to fire again if needed.
She had to be stopped. This had to end. Now. Forever.