"Will you remember me when I'm dead?"

"That's a morbid thought."

"But a valid one."

"Perhaps."

"Would you though?"

"Remember you? Of course I would."

"Would you cry at my funeral? Grieve for me? I wonder…"

"You wonder what?"

"Seeing me dead, do you think you'll regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"Marrying him. When you see me dead, lifeless, a corpse, will you realize that I would have loved you more?"

"But you don't."

"But I could."

"Gideon is everything to me Ben."

"And what am I to you?"

"You're being unfair."

"Am I?"

"Yes."

"I love you."

"I know."

"Do you still love me?"

"Why else would I be here?"

"Then tell me, why are you marrying him?"

"Because, I love him."

"Is it really that simple?"

"Everything's that simple."

"What about us, what about this?"

"Simple as well."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"You married her, I told you that I loved you, and you married her."

"If I had left her, would you still have loved me?"

"No. If I left Gideon, would you still love me?"

"Yes. I think I would."

"Then you're lying."

"Oh but I'm not. Don't forget I was—"

"Slytherin, yes I remember."

"Run away with me, leave this war to the rest of them."

"We can't do that, Benjamin."

"I know, Dorcas."

"Don't call me Dorcas."

"Don't call me Benjamin."

"You never minded before."

"Well I mind now."

"I have to go Ben."

"Hmn?"

"Gid is waiting."

"Of course he is."

"Please don't hate me. I couldn't—Please understand."

"I do. Understand, I mean."

"Will you come to the wedding?"

"I don't think so."

"I came to yours."

"I know."

"Gideon would come to ours."

"I'm not Gideon."

"I know."

"I'm the lesser man, aren't I?"

"No, you're just…"

"Not good enough?"

"No."

"Not kind enough?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"I can't answer that."

"Like hell you can't."

"I have to go."

"Yeah, I think you do."

"Be careful tonight."

"You too."

"See you then."

"Dora."

"Yes?"

"Never mind."