[ No, Siffrin understands. It's the distinction they had made the night before their own self-execution: it's a matter of control. They would decide when they got to die. By their own hand, as it always had been, and no one else's.

... Still, he doesn't like it on someone else. Hypocritical. ]

Your death is her happiness? Her freedom?

[ That doesn't sound right, but--

(You don't know anything about her, after all. She said so herself.) ]

I... want to understand you. So... I'd like to hear, about Herta. That's part of friendship.