When they'd finally let go from the hug he stared at her for a long while and realized that this wasn't the young girl who'd made fun of Hitler with him anymore. The war had changed a lot of people and poor Liesel wasn't spared from the pain.

The warm, sticky substance oozed on the accursed blade. Tears of anger and shame rolled down her dirt covered cheeks. Her hands, coated in crimson, dropped the blade to the ground and clenched into tight, furious fists " You did what was right Clarke... And I wish we all had the strength you do," she said.