"He doesn't kill people." He would've at least heard about that.
"They just leave. I don't know, I didn't try and keep in contact." In the first place, Heine hadn't been friends with the people that were said to have... relations with Professor Eichel. "He didn't—"
A thought strikes Heine, then, a brief fragment of he took something but not knowing what that something is. Professor Eichel had asked about him, had talked to him after class. He'd offered tea. Heine can't imagine why he's remembering now, of all times, the fragrant scent rising in clouds of steam.
He doesn't remember taking him up on the offer, but he remembers the heat of the porcelain teapot in his hands.
"No one's died because of him," he continues after the pause. "Just don't go to him."
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"They just leave. I don't know, I didn't try and keep in contact." In the first place, Heine hadn't been friends with the people that were said to have... relations with Professor Eichel. "He didn't—"
A thought strikes Heine, then, a brief fragment of he took something but not knowing what that something is. Professor Eichel had asked about him, had talked to him after class. He'd offered tea. Heine can't imagine why he's remembering now, of all times, the fragrant scent rising in clouds of steam.
He doesn't remember taking him up on the offer, but he remembers the heat of the porcelain teapot in his hands.
"No one's died because of him," he continues after the pause. "Just don't go to him."