XI. Sorrow

"How can you still be so happy?"

He hadn't meant to ask her that; the words had escaped him before he could stop himself.

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "Whatever do you mean, Blaise?"

"The Dark Lord is back," Blaise hissed out. "Both your parents are dead and neither you nor Astoria are Death Eaters. Yet here you are, acting just like you did before the war started. How can you do that? Do you just not feel anything?"

She shrugged. "There's nothing left to feel, Blaise. All I'm concentrating on is surviving – and you should be too."

It hurt because he knew she was right.