" Put the cup next to your bed. You don’t have to worry about whether he’s coming or not. Don’t even think about him. After all, you have the three of us.” The older one listened to him, still looking out at the street. He was astonished at the language Heini, George’s favorite little brother, had acquired. He was participating in the hunt as if it didn’t mean anything to him at all. Wants to prove to the Hitler Youths on the street and the men, too, that George means nothing to him, even though in the old days he’d clung to George like a burr. "

― Anna Seghers , Das siebte Kreuz