Mathias thinks that's probably not true, that people don't often see their own strengths, but he only smiles, looking down at his own paper as well. "Henrich didn't mind so much, being the black sheep," he says. There had been things about his brother that had driven him crazy, things that he'd wished would change, but in the end, Henrich had been comfortable with who he was. And that, at least, was something they'd shared.

"No one really minded, I think," he continues thoughtfully. "It always pleased my mother a little bit, knowing he was so willing to... put himself out there, I think is the expression." He wonders if his mother thinks about that now, if she blames Henrich's impulsive nature for anything that happened. Mathias tries not to blame his brother, but sometimes, in moments of anger and regret, he can't help but wonder if everything would have been different if Henrich had just stayed at the hotel. If he hadn't demanded that he go spend time with a girl he barely knew at all.

But he never would have done such a thing. For Henrich, spending time with that girl was the single most important thing in his life at the time.