Klaus kept his eyes fixed on Ros's face as she talked, watching how her mouth curved down, how her brows came together but her eyes were cast downwards. She saw him watching her, and her lips twitched perfunctorily upwards. That might have fooled him months ago, but he'd had practice reading facial expressions now, especially her.
It was a ruse. She was upset. She was more upset than he'd ever seen her, and she was trying to hide it.
What happened in the laboratories at Auschwitz was not something Klaus wanted to think about. He much preferred blocking it out of his mind, looking the other way when he saw anti-Semitic posters on the streets, pretending it had nothing to do with him
"-needed to be exterminated.
It didn't have anything to do with him. The Third Reich's policies where the Third Reich's business, the war wasn't happening inside Germany's borders. He was researching physics. He was just contributing to his field, pursuing knowledge for the sake of knowledge- how could that be a crime? How could he leave something as mysterious as the canister in his laboratory unexplored? How could that be hurting anyone?
If anything was tangentially related to the Nazis, it was Aaron's work, which they were doubtlessly employing at-
"I just don't much like working with Mengele, I suppose."
Klaus recalled the conversations with the SS officers who came every so often to the department. The laboratory used to never receive government visits aside from the yearly safety inspection, but since Dr. Engelhardt left- since the fission experiment- they'd displayed an unusual interest in Klaus's work.
They'd received a massive injection of funds since January. The once-struggling department had suddenly received all the resources necessary to undertake Project Zauber.
Klaus had taken the gift as face value. The loss of Dr. Engelhardt had hit the department hard, and the extra funding was badly needed. Never once had he stopped to think that all those lab notes, all those research reports were actually being put to use somewhere.
No, oh no no no-
As if reacting to his thoughts, Ros's water glass began to tremble.
Klaus's eyes widened and he lurched towards it, but it was too late- the glass imploded on itself, shattering across the table into a hundred tiny pieces. Water hung bizarrely in the air for a split second, then splashed downwards, drenching Ros's lap.
She jumped up from her chair, exclaiming loudly.
"What did you do?" she asked, looking much more upset than a moment before.
He opened his mouth and closed it, looking from the shattered glass to the water stains on her dress. His mind went blank- he couldn't very well tell her he'd made her glass shatter, the Zauber Project was the highest degree of classified.
Ros was backing away quickly. Klaus couldn't get a read on her expression- it was cycling between what looked like scared, angry, tremulous and worried all at once. Her shifting facial patterns confused him. "Ros-"
"How did you do that?"
"I can't- I don't-" Communication was failing him. Klaus was close to banging his head against the table, and he hadn't done that in years.
Ros shook her head, steps increasing in rapidity, and turned towards the exit. Klaus didn't chase after her.
~
Piethman Laboratory
"Klaus!"
Klaus looked up from the canister to realize a small fire was spreading on his sleeve. He jumped up and ran to douse his arm in a corner sink, heart pounding.
"Careful, Foerster!" Mat shut off the gas valve and raised his safety goggles.
"Sorry." Klaus wiped his sleeve with a dish towel.
Mat frowned. "What's going on with you? Wait- don't tell me- Ros."
Klaus shrugged.
Mat's voice took a sympathetic tone. "Ah. Sorry." There was an awkward silence. Mat was not accustomed to asking about Klaus's love life, aside from the frequent challenges to Ros's existence. "How about not working with the flammable gasses for now, yeah?"
Klaus bobbed his head. "There are some equations I've been putting off, I'll tackle those instead."
"Good idea." Mat scratched the back of his head. "Also, uh, the Gruppehführer's in your office."
Klaus swallowed. Major General Karl Genzken was the last person he wanted to talk to right now. He'd never enjoyed the visits by the tall, formidable SS physician, who was the chief liaison between the government and the Zauber project team. The General had a way of making Klaus feel like an idiot, although Klaus was the one with the degree in theoretical physics. Now, Genzken was simply another reminder that the research they were doing was paid for and for the express interests of the Reich.
"Gruppenführer. I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
General Genzken was standing behind Klaus's desk, casually examining his lab notes as if he could read the equations Klaus had been scribbling that morning. He glanced up briefly as Klaus walked inside, and gestured to a stool in the corner. "Please, sit."
"That stool's for catching spiders." Klaus blinked. "And you're at my desk. Sir."
"I see."
There was an awkward pause.
The General gestured towards the scattered papers before him. "How are things coming? Have you come closer to understanding the..."phenomenon", you call it?"
"I sent a lab report to you two days ago. You know precisely how things are coming." Klaus said, somewhat impatiently. He didn't like the General sitting behind his desk- he was touching his pencils, getting everything out of order.
The General seemed like he was trying very hard to keep his expression neutral. "Yes, that's what I'm here about. Some of the officials are worried about the direction your research is taking. They're concerned it's too...exploratory. Not practical enough."
"Exploratory?" Klaus repeated incredulously. "Sir, six months ago we found thing that resembles a black hole, and it's sitting on top of our fission generator. We have absolutely no clue what we're looking at. It would be absolute foolishness to do anything aside exploratory research at this point. We're being methodical, we're running tests- there's no other possible approach."
"I'm sure the Führer appreciates your caution." The General leans forward. "However, the fact remains that we're fighting a war. We don't have time for abstract physics."
This puzzled Klaus. "Then why fund my research?"
"We want results, Klaus. Things the military can use. You said yourself that this was an unlimited power source never seen before, one that our enemies almost certainly can't access."
"It is." Klaus was growing frustrated. "We don't know how to access it, either."
"Well, you might start trying."
"I don't know what you're getting at."
"Foerster, you're a smart boy. I think you know precisely what I'm getting at."
"If you're not happy with the quality of my research-"
"I won't stay here and play word games." The General stood. "Think it over. I'm sure you'll come to the right conclusion. In the meantime, I'd like to have a word with Doctor Bachmeier. Where is he?"
"In his office, I presume," Klaus said flatly.