Oh my god. Can you *imagine* if he got his hands on his memoirs after she died? And wasn't around to go, "No, I didn't mean it, that was a long time ago, that was when I thought you didn't love me! I haven't touched it in years and years!"

Also, wow, the tables are turned. I can't stop thinking of Wilhelmine recording that she and their mother were the only thing that motivated Fritz to live after Katte's death. Now he's trying to use himself to motivate her to stay alive. Unfortunately, that doesn't work as well with tuberculosis as with PTSD. :/

Man. Fix-it fic for everyone. :-(