“Albrecht Stein: [reading from his essay] ‘As childish as it sounds, the winter time and the sight of freshly fallen snow always fill us with inexplicable joy. Perhaps because as children, we associated it with Christmas. I always imagine myself the hero who killed dragons, rescued virgins, and freed the world from evil. As we went out yesterday to find the prisoners, I felt like that little boy who wanted to save the world.’

Vogler: Albrecht, stop.

Albrecht Stein: But as we returned, I understood that I am part of the evil that I wanted to save us from.”