It wouldn't have been worth anything- it wouldn't have accomplished anything for you to die there. If you or anyone has to die in this place it should count for something. It shouldn't be because of. That bastard.

[She scrubs her face with her hands and squeezes her eyes shut. Lupin's alive and well. Breathing. Wounded but present and she'll be able to cope in time. It'll get better. She can't stay like this. She can't let people know she's cracked. It was a point of pride, even with as exhausted as she felt now.]