"I don't know." Liesel thinks on it, remembering the way he was the last time she'd seen him, the way she stood in the middle of the street and read his own words back to him, desperate for him to turn around and see her. She remembers the way the soldier struck her, knocking her to the ground and telling her to go away. She'd been so determined that he see her, even if it was going to be for the last time.

"They took him away," she says quietly, saying the words to her knees now as she draws them up to her chest. Marius has brought her such a sweet gift and she doesn't mean to ruin things by thinking of Max, but the secrets have been piling up for years. No one but Papa ever knew what he meant to her, and neither of them are here, now.

Liesel doesn't know how Darrow works, exactly, but she doesn't know that she'll ever see Max again now. She can only hope that he got away somehow, or that he managed to survive until things were better again, like Solo promised her.