This is the language of the world before - a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair - before the blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.

“I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be ca…”

“Du vet väl att man inte kan bli lycklig om man inte är olycklig ibland?”

“Most of us won't see one another after graduation, and even if we do it will be…”

“They’d already taken her from me once. I didn’t want to lose her again.”