[1998. Seventeen years in the future. An eternity. He can't imagine-- he can't imagine another year of this hell, never mind seventeen. He can't imagine how anyone survives; he can't imagine how Voldemort and his minions haven't slaughtered the world by then.
But it ends. They win. There's an ending, and it's in their favor, and-- and he'll just have to cling to that. But as he'd thought, a thousand other questions bubble to his lips, and it's so much harder to swallow them back this time. He's always craved knowledge; he wants to know all of it-- how it ends, how they last, if there's anything left for them to come home to.]
Is it-- is it good, afterwards?
[It sounds so stupid when he says it like that, and he blinks back his own tears long enough to glance over at her.]
I can't-- I can't imagine the world isn't shattered by then.
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But it ends. They win. There's an ending, and it's in their favor, and-- and he'll just have to cling to that. But as he'd thought, a thousand other questions bubble to his lips, and it's so much harder to swallow them back this time. He's always craved knowledge; he wants to know all of it-- how it ends, how they last, if there's anything left for them to come home to.]
Is it-- is it good, afterwards?
[It sounds so stupid when he says it like that, and he blinks back his own tears long enough to glance over at her.]
I can't-- I can't imagine the world isn't shattered by then.