[Oh. Wilhelm visibly shrinks, pulling his knees in toward his chest where he sits. He wishes he hadn't asked. He was hoping that maybe after the war, they could have all come back together.]
Uh, it's your turn to ask me something. Or dare me to do something.
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Uh, it's your turn to ask me something. Or dare me to do something.
[To save Jon the trouble of asking—]
I'll pick truth too.