[And he can't do it. He can't go home. It would go seventeen kinds of bad. All he can do is trust Kreacher to finish what he started. There's guilt on his face, but he shakes it off. Or tries to. Maybe it makes little appreciable difference. It matters to him.]
I think it can be done.
[He knows what no one else knows. And somehow despite that, he can sit in a park and talk to a friend. So it's not all bad, on the other side of the cave. It's just harder.]
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[And he can't do it. He can't go home. It would go seventeen kinds of bad. All he can do is trust Kreacher to finish what he started. There's guilt on his face, but he shakes it off. Or tries to. Maybe it makes little appreciable difference. It matters to him.]
I think it can be done.
[He knows what no one else knows. And somehow despite that, he can sit in a park and talk to a friend. So it's not all bad, on the other side of the cave. It's just harder.]