[He listens in silence, expression less guarded than it was before. Hermione had said a similar thing - that it could be weeks, months, years before it felt like he could move forward. There's a truth in it, as well, but it still agitates him. The driven part of him, whatever's left of it, hisses its scorn at his behaviour. It's hard to please it when there's nothing he's driving towards.
He's quiet a while longer after Aurae finishes, turning a leaf over in his fingers.]
It is like that. Only I don't think there's even an easy way left, anymore. [If there ever had been one. If he's at a crossroads, it's one at the bottom of a pit, and all roads lead up.]
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He's quiet a while longer after Aurae finishes, turning a leaf over in his fingers.]
It is like that. Only I don't think there's even an easy way left, anymore. [If there ever had been one. If he's at a crossroads, it's one at the bottom of a pit, and all roads lead up.]