Lev/Lyubov leans forward; their hair hangs over their face, obscuring their expression. Flatly, they say, "Jean, thou need'st explain not the scale of the violation. Not like, to me, nu? But. Oy. I fear that I am the wrong person to explain such things to anyone, let alone to thee."
They sigh, and drink some more of the coffee. Bolstered thus, they shudder, writhing their shoulders in a clear display of antsiness, agitation, impending overwhelm.
"I am … unused, nu?" they begin, then hesitate briefly, before continuing, their voice a little shaky. "Unused to talking to one who, feh! Knows about Jews, and our covenant, but only as a theoretical matter, with personal sentiment involved not. And I surmise that the nightmare regime thou lived under, it permitted little true ritual and community. Am I like, correct?"
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Lev/Lyubov leans forward; their hair hangs over their face, obscuring their expression. Flatly, they say, "Jean, thou need'st explain not the scale of the violation. Not like, to me, nu? But. Oy. I fear that I am the wrong person to explain such things to anyone, let alone to thee."
They sigh, and drink some more of the coffee. Bolstered thus, they shudder, writhing their shoulders in a clear display of antsiness, agitation, impending overwhelm.
"I am … unused, nu?" they begin, then hesitate briefly, before continuing, their voice a little shaky. "Unused to talking to one who, feh! Knows about Jews, and our covenant, but only as a theoretical matter, with personal sentiment involved not. And I surmise that the nightmare regime thou lived under, it permitted little true ritual and community. Am I like, correct?"