The air was clear and brisk as they started out, allowing Josef time to think clearly. He knew that even once they had reached safety, the choice he made would mean a life of sacrifice. He owned a house and land that he would never be able to return to. He wouldn't be able to use his real name, or real passport, even in Switzerland. But still, he wasn't sorry he did what he did. The more days he was removed from the choice, the more his conscience felt right with it. He was happy to leave the killing, and interrogating, and hatred to others. He was calm, happy, almost detached, as they marched through the snow on the sunny day, closer to what hopefully would prove to mean freedom for them both.